I’m tired of thinking I’m alive and wishing
That the breath I take every morning
Is for nothing more than a mere hope at life,
One more day, of misery and lust.

Shots get fired, in my head with every desire
I lose control when I see you,
When I touch you, feel you, breathe you…

At the moment of exhaustion,
When my mind stops, my heart takes a moment,
Pausing time for eternity,
I think I die,
and then I know I’m not alive…
not until I make you mine.

Every touch, every whisper
Every time you made me a dreamer
Everything involving you fits me.

Weak is my mind,
And weaker is my soul
Tainted by the weight of love
Released at the top of every night,
Laying by your side.