Little wicked man over the moon 
Smiling like he knows it all 

On a Summer night Wispering my name 
Drawing lines over my heart insane 

His deep dark eyes scars over his face 
Like a broken story is about to die 

Trapped me beneath his ribcage
Like he wants me to feel his rage 

I speak, 
we are same aren't we
broken us
broken people
broken promises 
broken stars 

Smiling at me he said, he knows it all.