call it whatever;
“Deep night, please, don’t you leave”.
Says the control freak with a soft voice.
Lord Byron’s feelings running trhu air.
We’re melting for the burn of our whisper.
Touch every inch of others skin, “leave...”
This shit ain’t even fair for both of us.
Double masochism could be a love killer.
But I see beyond the homicide desires.
Silent cry, “give me one more sober shot!”
(Screams) You’re always so high and numb!
By the jump of my scared beating heart,
“It’s for your own happiness”, you say.
With fingers thru my hair, tries goodbye.
Happiness is within your soul, intimacy.
And you already belong to mine, even
When I foolish tryed to stop you from
Getting inside my mind, not realized,
You were there before this moment.
Wishpers thru ear: “I’m sorry, but stay!
Let’s ruin each other while we call it...
Happiness”
