You're a fond of younger girls, wish I'm still eighteen,
I spoke about what bugs my mind, but you called me mean,
I'm forced to fake everything that happened in between,
You said you're sober, you pretended to be clean.
I cried in midnight rains with the same, old, tiring, reason,
I saved my roman empire, but I was charged with treason,
You knew my weakness the moment you met my eyes,
I traded my starry night over your dark and lonely skies.
A thousand spendid nights slowly turned into melancholic days,
I wanted your warmest embrace yet you only loved the chase,
I wrote you love letters using my unused tissues,
I lost count of myself while fixing our chaotic issues.
You really know how to turn my heart in brittles,
You offered me grimness, I gave you my subtles,
The smallest voice inside me is screaming in pain,
I brought you blankets, while you came with a chain.
