Nro. 6

Beeing here with you
messes my head up
Beeing here with you
the opposite to cry.

Nothing else matters
but the moon in your eyes
And infinite universe
with your face as the most beautiful star

There's a dead, dirty planet
with the shape of my heart
Broken and in pieces
You tear me apart

There's a dead, dirty planet
with the shape of my heart
It was not enough for you
so you sent me to die

You've used me like if I was a puppet
You've left me so brittle
I've worn your darkness as if it were mine
You've laughted as if it were the end of time

It's cold
You're so cold
Frozen soul
and poisoned lips.