The urge to find you grows stronger every day.
While the memory of your ruby lips slowly fades away.
In a dream, you were crying out, but the wings of death take you further away.
I’m closing the door. I’ve lead you astray my wounded flower.
I hope I have not sealed your fate.
Now in this silence, confidence is left at bay.
While the ruining of your innocence could well be under way.
And here I sit, contemplating my failure’s depth.
Heavy waves of guilt take my every breath away.
I’m closing the door. I’ve lead you astray my wounded flower.
I hope I have not sealed your fate.
Forsake my reason. How did I sink this low?
Blinded by passion. Now hope is gone.
I’m closing the door. I’ve lead you astray my wounded flour.
…tearing my heart out.
I am frozen.
All I wanted was to see her eyes.
To be chosen,
is a fate that I can’t recognize.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN