Things that made the pain

I am tired for these liars I am fragile in desire
So I’m strange and my veins Transport toxic in my fire
Everywhere in my brain Hides an evil little stain
And my eyes moves to her On and on cos’ she’s my girl.

I am tired for these street, for every rock under my feet.
All I see is the dust as the years go pass so fast.
Everywhere out of my sight People’s whispers tries to bite.
And I sit near by her Wishing she could be my girl.

Feels you’re not true floating around
Skin so cold between our flesh
Far I see all fainting to rain
That made the pain

I am lost in the rain Far from things that made the pain
Crawling circles in the hell Losing last piece of brain cell
I am jammed in this frame Skin so cold on her soft lips
and I close her lovely eyes Wishing she could be my girl. .