I heard thee laugh the other day. O ' how my broken soul weeps for thee.
In my dreams, thou are there.
In reality you leave thee in deep despair.
My rose, my Juliet, my Constantine.
I do not want to bid thee a farewell.
You laugh and play with your healthier romantic partner. You leave me out on these water borders.
A pirate who claims me only knows what I allow thou to see.
But in thee I see me.
New year arrived your Majesty.
You are forbidden here.
My pencil to the paper..
I bid thee a farewell.
I hang upon the dark shadows.
No angel sings there.
For atlas you was my siren and the symphony was always in the air.
I had met my master.
He is displeased.
Says that I came to thee a little early.
But I was in pain knees deep.
He look at me with a scorn and toss me back out there.
He said I got a legend to show the world of what it means to be me .
But I only see a knife wound in my chest and now there is trouble in the air.
I know thou wanted me to move along. But I could only stand with you with my fist in the air.
