Game over.
September's begun with a goodbye to my heart.
The pictures you put in my head brought tears behind my icy hands.
Come closer, breathe my name and nothing more.
We are mere whispering of a heart-felt elegy;
So when I scream for you, do not answer me;
When I beg you to hold me, just walk away...
The pictures you put in my head brought tears behind my icy hands.
Come closer, breathe my name and nothing more.
We are mere whispering of a heart-felt elegy;
So when I scream for you, do not answer me;
When I beg you to hold me, just walk away...