There's a million names in her mind
But it seems like there's only one she really cares
In a poem she would write his name
With a step after another she is going home

Well, she is nothing but a sick little monster
At least, that´s how she is feeling right now
The quit is not a quit; it´s just a simple escape
But there will be return for what he did

Turning king with affectin and regret
The story is complex and that´s when i get in
I want her feeling well but there is not much i can do
Everytime i kiss her i go up to the moon

The shame walks away giving place to the anger
And with a wisper of a god everything is allright
She didn´t have the feeling to realize he is a jerk
And in nowhere´s fun intention is gold

Turning black with the red (...)
He is fighting against devils inside his head
No longer a king (muito menos) a god

She wonders why the problem is he, not her! The sky is grey
right now...
She knows that is hurting and it´s so bad cause i can feel
Her sadness rides trough all the world

In your young eyes i see death!

In your sweet voice i can hear someone is called and that someone is me
Can i try to explain that this pain will go away?
Terrified by the blink of a black light that shows you are in love
It´s not the last time! Not the first...