When I saw your eyes for the first time,
I realized that you are
all I feel.
But were you real?
Tale, in which you're given roses -
countless, like my love.
But now I'm waking up.
Stood up and scream:
"It was only a dream!".
Your empty touch
plants on my skin
cocaine pain,
but you can't make me rust,
since I am golden.
My skin is bruised
from loving you so.
I choke on your cigarette lips,
as past's alcohol taste won't go.
Your empty touch
plants on my skin
cocaine pain,
but you can't make me rust,
since I am golden.
And your coldest lips
I'll burn away.
Won't you leave?
Darling, empty hearts
cannot fix broken.
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