She's always worried about his pile of dead hearts
warm soul, cold touch
bright friday nights, mysterious moonlights
maybe some words have been misjudged
He saw in her someone to carry his faith
for a small period of time, someone who could climb
his walls until it was too late to look down
There is a fire inside his mind
that burns her heart and makes her blind
Suicidal soul, reigns without control
under her apparently thick skin
There is a shred of confidence on the sheets
a world of possibilities on his lips
Suicidal soul, black hole
swallowing the reddest of the sins
He always kept somethings hidden in the attic
banned feelings, unknown reasons
she stayed and she played
until she found out with what she was dealing
but amidst the quiet catastrophe, there was always a way out
We never see the worst in those we love the most
Memories will cut like a knife
what a long and troubled life
Suicidal soul, let me choose
something that can't be refused
by the universe, i ask you please
suicidal soul, let me keep
somethings that are not meant to be