Why do we always fall so easily,
when all our lives fall to the ground?
Because when hope is gone,
we have nothing else to do,
but to turn around until our love is gone.
Forever we will fall,
forever we will crawl,
around and around,
again and again.
We will look for the one,
the one who will save us from ourselves,
who will move on and leave us in the end.
If we were loved by someone that was pure,
then maybe our hearts would never see the floor;
because my heart is jet-black,
my mind is so cold,
but I know once I heal up,
it will never be over.
Because it will happen again,
the lies and deceit,
of someone who loves me,
but only when I sweep them off their feet.
Because when things slow down,
and comfort sinks in,
I know both of us
will be sorry in the end.
Maybe it is better,
if I dare not to try.
But how can I say no
to your beautiful eyes?
I am your slave,
until my heart moves on,
because thats just the way love works,
as long as I'm in your arms.
I know its not fair,
and it doesn't seem right,
but I'd rather love for a little while,
than to never ever cry.
