The ones who have to stay,
will always stay.
And the ones who don't deserve you,
will drift away.

You are your own Sun
And the little thing beating
inside your chest
has your rising phoenix soul!
Yes...that little beating thing
which is caged inside your ribs,
It's precious but wild as well
So take care.

I used to live in a kalopsia
An asthete world of mine
full of clouds, moon and stars.
But I realised it was a daydream
that broke
I had build walls but you broke
them
and pushed me into this
world of yours
A world which was a myth for me
A myth that people of this world
are mean
They do not care
And they are robbers.
But...thank you for breaking my dream
Now there is a beating heart of stone
in me
And winter is everywhere
So do not expect from me
to bring summer again.
Let the snow fall
Let the heart freeze.
Because If I end up forgetting you
I am sorry....I am not sorry.

There is no point for her being good
She was good with those who didn't deserve
They played with her little heart just like a soft toy
And at the end, ripped it apart
She was stupid
She was silly
As she still stood there smiling like a fool
But now... she picks up the knife
And cuts her chest
Takes out the bruised bleeding heart
And throws it in the bin.
Now no love....no feeling
nothing for anyone.
She is done!