Notes from a Rose from the Garden of Hell

we fell into the bed together

We fell into the bed together

It wasn't too great outside, the weather

The winds did battles, wildly with passion

As we did as well on the couch what's color was never in fashion

You always told me, our love is a mistake

If it's true, am I really awake?

Only my mind full of thoughts?

Don't you want to meet with me drinking a lot of shots?

Where we can talk about us,

Whether what's our relationship take from us

I already loved your smile

Before we knew really each other