this beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-
son words as arrows fly, while distant
thoughts intrude like poetry, some
apprehension...and some regret.

why can´t it be like it used to be?
why can´t it be like it was?

here i am thinking about you- whenever
i close my eyes i´m dreaming of you.
And if i have to live my life without
you forever, i can close my eyes and
dream of you

life can be so cruel- take away these
regrets

a shiny insect, just a plaything? have
you ever heard the butterfly cry?
would you sacrifice beauty for the
adreneline? and would he hate you if he
died?

why can´t it be like it used to be?
why can´t it be like it was?

here i am thinking about you- whenever
i close my eyes i´m dreaming of you
And if i have to live my life without
you forever, i can close my eyes and
dream of you