Help mamma, I've been hurt again.
Secretly, madly and lovely hurt.
I never wanted his arms, or lips... i just wanted that little music his soul makes.
Silly me. That secret medley it's only heard by the muse on his eyes.
The one that carries honey on her crown.
I wanted nothing... now, I have a mirror full of empty memories. Predictions based on false believers.
Give me strenght... so i can learn, what is not said yet... is not mine.