Weakest of moments are these
The choking hold of insanity
Loses it´s grip and cuts me so deep
With the knife of clear memories
Of that innocent past which didn´t last
Oh, no! No!
The precious of mine
For you I would die
My love, my life, my everything
For you I cry
But not anymore
The things will get better
I will come to you
And soon we´ll be together
Forever...