Presure within no mortal sin as it encloses me deep inside
I fear no-one yet fear the emptyness that my heart colides
fear of loosing ..fear of failure deep inside my heart is weighted
the presure mounts the fight goes on hearing sounds that i dont wish

Music cries a thousand ways so why cant I breakout today ..I feel it shouting wake me up but how can I return my own self destruct
music still a shouting loud ..so why oh why do I feel no calm no peace no freedom home
tortured eyes yet show no give.. the fires gone a coldness lives

Its just another old sad same story, where you fall in love again deeper and deeper, where the spark of love that long lonely gone spark again, but you wish to change page 33 of chapter three, trying to stop that repeated song of heart breaking, when minds starts to colides, wind blows and papers start singing the sad slow fast violent song, the war begins, hell starts, regrets take over, its no love no pain, no pain no gain its just the same old story

zeus woud be proud to have him
not even his self-sufficiency would win
sweet eyes and a glass of gin
baby you made me scream

shall we love
the ones that destroy
our hearts like a toy
and celebrate full of joy

or shall we hate
the ones that smile
at our broken and fragile
soul as a sparkle

but it's complicated
when they have both sides
thats why he colides
with me in my toughts

All of this is just transparent
Untouchable,
Invisible,
Intangible

All of her is so wonderful
Overwelming,
Unbelievable,
Unimaginable

All of his is the opposite
Regular,
Pretentious,
Inmature

She an atheist of herself,
and he's the pope of his own religion

She thinks he's the best,
so she tries her best

He hurts her without intention
not on purpose, but he's not careful

Fragile as a crystal flower,
she blooms every now and then,
but she could break in a million pieces
at anytime

Brute as a river rock,
he colides with every thing he finds,
But he's now trying his very best
to have a gentle touch.