Three in the morning
Waking up by the breath of the demon
I wonder if you're real
Because if not, then why do I love you so?
Is it the visit of the demon
Who uses his charm over my spirit
Holy doesn't help me anymore
And he plans onto giving me a eternal life in hell
Because if not, then why do I love you so?
Burning in the colors of your heart
I wonder if you're real
And if not
Stop torturing my dreams at three in the morning.You come at my bedroom
Screaming your pain at my face
My arms surround you
I know is not enough
Words can be spoken
I know is not the same
And I could wipe your tears
But it doesn't heal your heart
Besides offering you my friendship
I have nothing else to doYou come at my bedroom
Crying out loud over my sheets
My hands will be on your back
Comforting you a little bit
Words can be spoken
But it just won't work
So let me gently dry your face
And hear to my voice
Besides offering you my advice
I have nothing else to doGet out of your house
You are not happy anymore
Live under the bridge
Joy will eventually come
Only if you let your pain at home.Love letters to the moonlight
Who's shining so bright tonight
Making the stars look younger than they are
And causing my heart beat from afarLove letters to the sunshine
Who's sleeping at this time
Tomorrow is a new day to entertain us
And delighting my soul with its raysLove letters to you
Who's next to me in the darkest of the night
And the brightest of the days
Adoring me like no one else.
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Blossoming
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