Nostalgic but tragic
A magic that got me with the sleight of hand
A trick that played and broke my heart.

Devoured by false hope
Strangled by loves rope
High with your memories dope.

I don't know how can i cope
If my sanity and my only hope
Is the strop that is used to slit my throat.

In any pose you're like a rose and in every angle I can see an angel and those stellar eyes they have captured me and made me fall in love.