Back and we better,
Met you by the corner of lies. Warming hugs like a Christmas sweater.

Could be a shame,
If we met twelve times but I still don't remember your name.
And the lives of ours is a game, trying to keep to the ball
Dreams of the awaken calling us by the stall.

Set fires to such a world being so cold by fires of the Heart
Still lightness could be afraid of the dark or being a lonely mess sleeping on chairs of the park.

And if I be frank,
This world kinda stank.

Still, trying to be on a whole other level.
Couldn't we know any better.
Lonely days had us all but down by the colds of the cloudy weather.

Playing the love songs backwards going  back to the first steps of love.
Rich full men still want more, I'd be the hungry man on the cold streets. Out here to starve.

Warmth in the blankets but the lonely sheets are telling many lies
It's the penetrating game, trying to be caught  in between the space of your thighs.

Try to find warmth..