aimusic.one

We get along very well, so I’d
really like to hold hands with you.
Somewhere far away I can hear:
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Goodbye.”
Why do you keep that smile of yours?
Hey, where did you learn to make that fake smile?
Everytime you’re in front of me
I feel like there’s something really off.
My guilt keeps tormenting me,
how can I even be so stupid? 
“I have to go, if I’m late I’ll be scolded”, 
sing the ravens.
I’m not lonely, I don’t need your soothing words, 
I’ll just have to escape again.
That’s just an excuse, I get drunk with dreams and desires, 
and I laugh at those devious relationships I have. 
It can’t be helped, we are a man and a woman,
that “it’s a pleasure to meet you” will turn into a “goodbye”.
I really have had enough
of these wretched sweet candies!
Please let me have any of the bitterness
you’re hiding.
Stains of hypocrisy paints these tarnished chains
that softly wrap my smitten heart in an everlasting bond.