I get bad days,
when knives seem soft,
and roses dissapear.

Take me to your garden,
tell me all your troubles,
because they're all nice and simple,
they make me forget mine.

Take me to your garden,
Cut me with your thorns,
So I can see some colour,
and forget the emptiness I feel.

Take me to your garden,
let me die there,
because I'd rather fade away,
than face the outside world.

You and your sweet, sweet lies,

I'll miss your bitter taste.

Everything had a price,

Put your hands on my waist.

  

You and your sweet, sweet smile.

Both' your hands in my hair.

You were so versatile,

Loved you like a nightmare

You say writers
don't listen.
You say lovers
don't sin

Soft and sharp like a blade.
New and so familiar.
Dangerous and so desirable. 

As Harmless as a serial killer.

Would you want to be immortal ?
- Never

If you announced I could live a million years,
I’d **** myself.

Quand tu me dis “je t’aime”
Ne me regarde pas dans les yeux.
Tu sais bien,
Que les mensonges me font mal