a feeling that's starting to rise
so tight, so rare, yet so special
what is this and what's the price?
hoping its something that isn't crucial

now, it is there and cannot be explained
wishing that it is not real, it cannot be real
making scenarios you could never imagined
which makes you feel nothing but ill

you're making yourself believe
something that is not in your gut
and you lose 'cause only yourself is who you deceive
and there's nothing worse than that




(samber)

there's this heavy thought
that doesn't want to leave
whatever I do, it just won't
making me want to grieve

tried to deceive myself
but no matter what I do
truth always reveals itself
giving me no clue on what to do

thought of changing routines
but I was already too comfortable
and I just can't change scenes
I don't want to make it dull

acceptance is the only thing
that needs to ring
at least for once
for you to call it a "romance"




(samber)