Speak to me tenderly,miss you momentarily
Then I sweep off your face and this mood of mine changes scarily
Harmfully,my daughter that I dream of
Whispered to me ''I'll never be what touches your soul''
And my instinctive brother corrupts me so heavenly
The equivalent of random dying
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I'm your ideal lover,weekly updated and self-saturated
I expected so much from you but I guess the plot is not predictable
Waiting miracles and against my unstable principles
I'm afraid I'm going to love you
Just for a week again
'till I support a new escape and justify
old sayings about love,about holding and not to have