She wears you like old perfume,

Like a dog bite that does not go away,

She does not want to let go of your torn hand - 

 

I reek of naivety,

Like old summer bruises, 

Who is your girl? 

 

I still feel you - 

I whisper,

Like a bad disease,

Bad disease,

Bad disease. 

 

Burn the proof of our love - 

I beg,

Once again,

On my knees,

Bruised,

Like late summer nights. 

 

I still love you - 

She whispers,

Like a true bride,

Pure,

Clean,

White. 

 

Who it is, 

Who it is that found you, 

In that morphine night?

 

Love is supposed to hurt - 

Ain't that right,

Like a priest, 

Preaching to someone who does not listen; 

 

Listen. 

I think i found you,

The destiny is written. 

 

She begs me to disappear; 

Pull out!

Pull out!

Pull out! 

 

And be careful - 

I preach - 

Even the nicest dog knows how to bite - 

 

Tear her heart like you tore apart

My purity,

When I got high

And it didn't hurt 

And I blamed the night. 

 

She woke up,

With a false lover in her bed,

I woke up,

With a true lover in my arms.

 

It is supposed to bleed,

Please - 

She begs,

Prays to God. 

 

But why didn't you listen - 

Like a phone ringing in an empty room,

Like a dog barking to no one. 

 

Like a foul mouth

Stuck to a foul mouth - 

We shared the same lie.

 

She cannot breathe -

And i cannot touch you,

She touches your body out of spite - 

I cannot breathe. 

 

She watches me burn - 

Like a witch,

Like a girl witch hunting 

For love. 

 

A girl,

A girl,

A girl - 

 

Not yet a woman, 

Not yet,

Not yet 

The one. 

 

Not yet loved - 

Never -

Never - 

Never. 

 

I pray to no one,

To myself,

She proclaims me a goddess

So that she can

Decide if I exist or not. 

 

She prays to me,

On her hands and knees,

Go away - 

She begs.

 

You do not exist - 

I burn in his eyes like

The witch she burnt,

She burns; 

But not with me.

 

I burn; 

With her.