One day I'll forget
what love means to me.
Break some hearts too,
be, what you seem to be.

Don't see a reason
to keep on trying.
With every relationship
my heart keeps on dying.

Be it beauty, be it smarts.
I'll be so good
at breaking hearts...

All by my lonesome, I lay down at night.
All by my lonesome, I lack the power to fight.

All by my lonesome, I stare at a rose,
I watch it wither, decompose.

I wish I could,
take this rose's place,
to finally enjoy,
death's soothing embrace.

All by my lonesome, I stare at the city.
All by my lonesome, I feel great pity.
I feel the cold wind caress my skin,
is this the end, do I finally win ?

All by my lonesome, I gaze into the night.
All by my lonesome, I finally take flight.

All by my lonesome, I fall down.
All by my lonesome, I hit the ground.

All by my lonesome, I give out my breath.
All by my lonesome, I embrace death.
And on my skin, I feel the cold rain.
Away the blood and the pain.

All by it's lonesome, my body lies.
Nobody cares, nobody cries ...

No more order,
I've lost the reins,
losing control,
from all the pains.

External, internal,
it's all the same.
Doesn't matter on whom
you put the blame.

Giving in
to this madness,
'cause it feels
better than sadness.

Anger feels
better than pain.
Even if some
teeth have to rain...

Don't have a reason to live.
But don't have a reason to die.
Plus all these lows
Are making me high.

Wish I was
Wish you weren't
Wish we did
But we couldn't.

A better time
A better place
A better life
In your embrace

Just more pain
Nothing new
Another scar
But I knew

That stories change
but end the same
Always thinking:
"Am I to blame ?"

Overthinking, I love you so.
Overthinking, I won't let you go.
Overthinking, you're breaking my heart.

Overthinking, you're making it hard.

Would you kindly
leave my embrace.
I could use some

******* space.

Not freeze in time
everywhere I go.
Overthinking , I love you so...

Hope has died,
of course I cried,
death is always sad,
puts you sobbing into bed...

But sometimes it can be good,
there are things that die should.
False hope is an evil,
while it's not the devil,
it still makes your mind rebel.

When false hope dies,
the heart gets a surprise:
A clarity of thought.

You've been fighting windmills for too long,
finally your heart can hear the gong.

Time we ****,
for a little love.
Sacrifice friendships,
for a little love.
Money dies,
for a little love.

Distances traveled,
otherwise untraveled.
Things we'd never do
now seem terribly inviting.
Love makes the world go round.
Makes people seem blind.
It makes the strong weak
and the weak strong.
Lives destroyed, lives saved.
Lives created by love untamed.
Just a little love is all it takes...

Imma travel the world,
search for feelings untamed.
Hoping that in the end,
I won't remain a man unchanged.

But love's a jungle, I'm telling you.
At every corner, hides something new.

Beautiful but deadly,
with treasures a plenty.
Skeletons just the same.

Don't trust your eyes,
for it makes you blind.
Don't trust your heart,
for it, love is divine.

Only trust that quiet voice,
lost inside your head.
Never underestimate
the advice that you get.
IF a treasure you find,
still pay it mind.
The voice will say,
if your heart touch it may.

There are treasures a plenty,
for everyone to find,
but there's just one for you,
so pay the others no mind.

And that's why so many get lost in the jungle...


Its beauty unmatched,
its dangers horrendous.
And still I'd go through it
for an adventure endless.