You know, life hasn't been kind.
And now I am too tired to try.
To lay in bed and slip into your eyes.
To remember the taste of lips and cry.
Live enough to realize that I wanna die.

I am in love with a girl.
And she smells like Sunday.

She walked and chaos followed.
Her eyes were cold as a lonely night.
The smile would calm a child.
And her heart full of hate.

She spoke words that I did know.
About places that I couldn't go.
She dreamed about people that I never met.
In nightmares she begged to forget.

Your eyes are like neon lights.
And your heart is like Cold Brew.
Your soul eats me alive.
And your lips hide the truth.

It is too late now and I cannot escape.
Our lives are intertwined.
And this is my fate.

I must be crazy to think.
That in some dimension above.
Reality will never sink.
And I'm going to leave this cannibal Love.

Why did you call me?
Why...
I was free from the shackles of your love.
I was happy with my loneliness.
Now?
What now?
What can I do?
I'm once again cursed.
Drowned by my own dreams and hurt by my own memories.

Is it raining?
Or is just my eyes?
Is the ground Closer?
Or is just my face in it?
Is it all dull?
Or I am just broken?