Don't compare me to the streets in your way...  
       I don't let others walk on a path
    that's only for one ..

    I'm not like you  |  I am not a deadman's house
              Where people only come to your door just to be entertained.
                         .I'm better.
               Better than you,but still
        you bring out what's best

in me...

Id go back to the first moment
   Where your eyes shined brighter
When your lips curls up everytime
        you called my name

When your hands never grew tired
      holding mine
        As Cigarettes were my yesterday's comfort habit ,
     I got addicted to you more.

     I used to think love tasted sweeter
      the longer you stay
  
This time I need that time machine
        to get another taste .

When the heart stops beating your name,
It aches constantly trying to get rid of the flat line that you caused.

What was once your voice that alarms her thoughts of empty dreams,

The orchestra that fills her lungs everytime you exhale next to her

Turned to tequila shots that she take every time you lie about missing her

She writes love poems daily to remind you love can be written down in paper,
She felt the whole world in your arms just because she insisted for you to stay.

Yet you left her
and the only thing you said
is "goodbye"

From the pearls in the sea
to the moon that lights the dark
I GAVE HER EVERYTHING  

"*******!" I cursed the world
my throat have never been this sore
my feet felt sober
from all the drunk steps I took
JUST TO GET CLOSER TO YOU

MY VISION MIGHT BE BLURRY
BUT I LOVED YOU STRAIGHT
In my eyes I saw heaven
in your arms i felt home
I longed for a short moment with you

GUESS THIS IS CALLED A LOVESICK BLUES

These days words **** people more
the sharpest tongue dominates
No matter the situation
It eats the victim more and more
Not killing in a single bullet
Yet let them sink in
of what weakness they possess
Turning words into deadly machines
It prisons the weak in a daily basis

We often latch on habits that kills us
Cigarettes turn to painkillers
Liquor turns to cough syrups

I die everyday without a dose of heaven

As we picture out these habits
as an escape from reality