My past may of been full of great pleasures.
But my my past was not full of words like treasures.
My past was full of lustful lives.
But my heart was also cut to pieces with knives.
Sometimes what feels good is just to reach that high
But why feel good, if all you tell is lies?
You might be scared
But I am to.
That's why I don't like to lie to you.
I reach my high just by looking into your eyes.
And I float away to unreachable skies.