this is it?
this is what we signed up for?
you told me I signed a contract on this hell I chose for myself,
you're telling me I came her willingly
an angel in disguise,
from another planet,
but I know better,
I know I was never an angel,
and don't want to be one either,
because angels do cry,
and angels do dream,
until
it all comes crashing,
because all along,
behind the veil of it all,
you already signed another contract with the devil,
and you wonder about all the uncertainty,
because there's no certainty
in black and white,
the only certainty
is grey in color

In the eyes of love,
we tear each other a part
until all that is left of us,
everything they were attracted too from the jump.
is fragmented
scattered in different roads
and haunting our dreams

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is this love or suffering?

I knew I'm in-love with you when I realized that the way I feel about is unconditional, there's nothing that you can say or do that will rid me from these feelings,

and you're watching me there, asking yourself all of sorts of questions,
and it feels so much like rejection
and you know I don't take rejections well.

afraid to live,
afraid to sin,
afraid to drown
in a bottle of gin.