Crossing walls where souls belong, you look at me like I was a ghost of your past life, it was that bad? The disdain on your face caught my day. I'm ready now, your sweet lies have buried me alive, are you prepared to die tonight? You’ll regret playing with a Pisces´s mind. 

September 21st, I was on the moon, champagne in the pool, your lips taste like grapes, does the good always fade in a blink? Your sweet lies started that night, with you telling me I was your green light, I was running to the north, I had this thing of me, a good heart that doesn't see above the stain-glass in the temple of my mind.

I had so much to feel, see, and live at nineteen, but I preferred to stay and watch my empire burn by the flames. Maybe I was born to be the olive in a cocktail. I'm always there even if you don’t care, I’m the one who got the taste, and I would’ve loved to be the cherry of your life. Your sweet lies are alive, they take me to the bed and chain me to the “fairytale”.

Holding hands, kisses in foreheads, fall is in our home, we’re running in a frozen pond waiting for the steps that break the mirage, the freezing water will awaken my soul from the crypt you built, you took all of me! Your sweet lies do not taste like before, I’m not your honey anymore. I’m done with your face ever glowing and then the essence of the savior boy, you should get a life, or not?

You gave me a flower and I gave you a garden, I needed water, you gave me acid, the sweet lies killed everything in its path, and all you left was disgrace.

Do you remember the tulip on my bed on August 1st?

It's blooming again!