Antiokosme

Why should i ask her our Or tell her all my feelings This love i feel, this infatuation i have It's a thing of mine It's a treat to me I like being in love, and see myself fall in love with everything She could correspond the love to me, yes But at the end of the day, what matters it's my experiencing of the world I like more liking her, than her herself

Your name was never more than a thought One which consumed it all I thought that was love But i couldn't even look you in the eyes Although i loved to see them from a distance Just to admire, contemplate their beauty in them Your name carried a ghost which already was harmful Your name carried a ghost which was killing me I though the ghost was in you Or even in your name It was just in me

If i had a gun, i would've pulled the trigger Now i just feel as if i'm overstaying my welcome Everyday feel's beautifully sad It's as if i had killed myself, as if i didn't need to Now i just wish i had a gun. I wouldn't pull the trigger, i would just have it as a reminder. That i survived myself.

It's almost as if i wanted to just yearn, to just desire It's almost as if the fullfiling of my daydreams was my uttermost nightmare Maybe i just don't wanna find out I'd rather live with a weak delusion, than with an absolute defeat