we're dusting off our guns for the summertime
memories to be made and sadness for each one
you can take me out only if you can pick me up with your arms
and if you don't want to come I guess I'll go in all alone
trying to be indifferent, painting on my face rifting my face
let's try to cover it up with masks, hide the suffering
and maybe you're showing interest in my proposition
or just leading me on to a scrap of your own
what's the sign I'm supposed to search on your face for?

the next time you're in town I'll wonder if everything is real
you keep biting strands of my hair, just missing bullets from afar
baby tell me how you feel in bed, something wrong with me
don't waste another day worrying what I am other than the fact
I am real, and really alone, unable to speak in other things than money

The Tongue does flips
The Truth Leaks out
As it begins to drip
The Ink sees all
Its The Memory
That shows it all
No longer a need
A reason to bleed
This feeling that has
A whispering call
Begging
To be place in a book
Or to be read
Here. Just have a look
To engrave
In the mind
To create
A page
Of emotions
To engite
A flame in a heart
To paint art on each others hearts
That is where it
Always starts

Respect thy self
Know your worth it
Don't let anyone
Walk on you
Love with all your heart
Don't give up
Pray
Breathe

I will wait for the time
that when I look behind me,
you are no longer there
for you are ready to face everything
everything
with me by your side.