And darlin,
Only if i found you in hell
     The hell's gonna burn again,
This time, to the ashes.
    Make a statue of my love out of it.
Let the cracks bleed my name,
    Let the flames wisper my love.
I'd crave your face in the smoke,
    The embers scream your name.
'cause darlin,
Even pain becomes art,
   When it bleeds for you.

And if you never saw the sky
           Will you ever expect to grow wings?

In the library of my soul,
your name etched on every page.
A bookmark of memories,
forever lodged between love and ache.
My heart, a canvas of scars,
each one a testament to our stars.
Aligned for a fleeting glance,
now distant, leaving only trance.
In this gallery of longing,
your portrait remains,
a masterpiece of what could never be mine.

In my soul's cemetery..your memories stand,
Eternal monuments on our loving land.
The graves of smiles I'll never own
The love i feel...yet stay unknown.
Darlin', looking at me like I'm your sun
Afraid to fall in love..so addictive,
should i fight or run,
It catches you...like a reaper in moon,
Makes you an addict, a maniac
My love, for you I'll gladly be a freak too.
I've fallen for you,
like the raindrops to the earth
I'll fall for you a million times more.
I'll recognise you in total darkness
Where you're mute and I'm deaf
I'll recognise you in a different lifetime
With different bodies, faces and even souls
And fall for you in every one of them once more.

Loved a girl once...or twice, oh I'll love her a million times
she was my example of what sunrise looks like...like the world kneeling down for a mere glance of her eyes.
Did it again this time...loved too much got lost in her eyes....maybe i did a sin...not once but twice, if she's my sin I'll do it a million times.
So what if i loved too much...my fault for admiring my sunrise? maybe she couldn't hold it...maybe i was the one having a hard time..got swept in that hell of a smile,
my hell....yup that's what she was...my own goddess yet the worst devil...the sunrise i wanna see forever, but the only sunset i wasn't ready for...oh i loved her.
Knew love wasn't for me, still couldn't help drowning for you...oh i loved you...even if you were pain...even if you were fire...even if you were death....I'll always love you.

She was a book, of which i was just a chapter or a page, oh I'll be happy if i was even a word in it. I was meant to be folded away after reading while she deserved to be preserved in a library, i was the word she didn't bother to know the meaning of while she was the only book i wanted to last forever, but here i am suffocating between hundreds of pages while she's delighted making someone else read her entire self and i was left wondering was i really just a word in her entire dictionary?