Dought

" (...) Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every timeYou put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie
Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug
She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love...like a screaming flower
Love... dying every hour... (...)"