And i swear, these naive hands of mine are sinners. I swear on my pride that my sinner hands just want to hold her hands. These mornings and nights come and go but all i dream about her body next to mine. I want to make her mine, i want to tell the world that she is mine but even she doesn't know this so how can i find the audacity to do that? And now my breathing is becoming heavy. As heavy as my thoughts and they keep me sinking through the sea floor. I keep sinking but also keep singing our song. Now, she has another in her mind and it suffocates me but my hands are already sinners so i keep suffocating myself on behalf of her. She's an angel and she can't kill but i am the devil and i will keep existing.