I wanted a taste, until I was a glutton
I wanted to be a mountain, only to end up as a cotton
I wanted a drop, until I was drowning
I wanted to be asleep for fourteen hours, until I'm in the morgue
I wanted a little bit of love, until I was burned to ashes
I wanted a fairytale, but maybe not one written in Ibiza
I wanted to write a little bit of poetry out of tragedy
I wanted a little bit of magic in this world cursed of normal
I wanted to go to the beach, but not to go deep enough to drown
I wanted the idea of romance but not enough for it to **** me.