give me the breathe of life
as i'm watering my soul
and i am holding for my dear life
as my soul ******* like a tree on fall
and my skin and bone aging as the aging tree.
I stare at the stars everynight
praying i get to the light house
on the other side of the island,
and to see and kiss him.
I crave for heaven that seems so far away
where the flowers are fresh
and pink cotton candy smile are the mask.
I'm unable to be human enough
to live with my fragile soul
where i'm being eaten alive by my soul
and I keep on die because of the waves of emotion
suffocating me.