The rush is quick,
Blood shattered eyes looking straight forward
The calm harmony ,
Has already been battered and bruised
Scared of simmering down,,
Scared of slowly,slowing down
Scared of abrupt decisions
And threatened by its own illusions
Stop in only one condition,
If you see the girl in white
With the unbreakable smile
And crazy eyes,

I miss your hugs
I miss your kisses
You're my drug
And im addicted

Im begging for
Your attention
Im begging for
Your words
Im begging for
Your time
Im begging for
Your help

I better shut up
Because these beggings
Just wont help

Maybe shes tired,
Maybe shes not happy with me anymore
Maybe shes sick of my attitude and mood swings
Maybe she found someone better,

She had the perfect revenge
Its better than death
She has agony as bullets in a  machine gun pointed at me
She has all she needs
She got my soul and spirit

Tormenting me in every second of everyday
Burning me every minute as she pleases
Tearing me like she doesn't care anymore
I guess she made up her mind
Like she was suppose to all of that time

my blood turns black in every puncture,
steel goes in just, even faster,
i do not care how they see me,
i go to church even though you don't believe me,
i may be modified and full of carvings,
but my passion and care  will never vanish

its the time of the season wherein your lungs goes on vacation,
its tired and weary of maintaining your respiration,
so take everything easy and slowly,
cause you dont wanna get tired for it will not be pretty,

theirs no assurance if it will come back,
but, i can assure you that you'll breath for life,with all the cracks
now dont be troubled  and never struggle,for you'll get tired,
and that will be the last thing that you will have