It seemed to be the only thing that I had And all torment and all pain it leaked on the inside and it covered me I would make of everything you it Only you it I do not know what to make I do not know what to make when it is said of the love
More you is the myth that I must believe I must be dreaming more I am not you is real
I place everything in my throat and I choke all piece of my suffering this suffocates me i do not know what to make
