A product of disciplinary mounting anger for shameful pleasures. Saturated by agonizing defeat, plastering the souls of humanity. Solely for self assurance of days being free, without subsidies replacing traditional beliefs Nurturing concealed possessions soon to be free Upon a dynasty we all fail to feel. But sanity knows of me And sacrifices taking places of serenity. Though struggles grow profoundly An instinct isn’t considered a gift
If I could have sacrificed my own life allowing Helen to live pain-free, I would have gladly done this for her If I could taken all Helen's pain then I would have done so, carried the pain In my own body to free her I would become a ******* to allow her to walk again I would be happy to have done all because that's what true love Is all about sacrifices made
Sacrifices made for true love Is taking pain away from a loved one, becoming a ******* so she could walk again all of this I'd gladly done to free her
You’re the one that sacrifices everything to please him, but does he please you in return the same way you please him? You’re just part of a joke, an act; for you he’s got no feelings. Do you really think he thinks about you when you’re not in front of him?
It was 7 o'clock last night and he was calling you to intoxicate every single thought that runs through your head. You’re just his puppet, he manipulates you his own way. When it comes to your feelings for him it's only a game.
How can you buy it when he tells you you’re his number one without a doubt, when he always has the look of someone who’s putting on a show all around? As long as he gets what he wants that’s all he cares about. Take a real look in his eyes and you will only see a clown.
He’s an insensitive clown. A player all around. Open up your eyes now. Don’t let him keep bringing you down. He’s a clown who doesn’t play by rules. Do you see that grin? He’s playing you like a fool. Cut that string that ties him to you. Don’t be naive, that clown doesn’t love you.
One day she will turn to you And ask you Do you still love me And a million things will rush through your mind A question whose answer seemed so obvious Now leaves you speechless
There's a lie in your mouth But your conscience won't let it out You don't want to break her heart either With the truth But sooner or later you know Everything will be evident
It's no fault of hers That you've changed this much It isn't because she stopped caring Or snapped at you last week It is because seasons change And she's still like sweet lemonade to you But lemon is not your favourite anymore You'd rather go for hot chocolate Or ice tea instead
This love you once had Has now developed cracks They will break and cut her Today or tomorrow You need to let her go Before you break her Free her of the imminent pain Before it's too late Let her go.