Un-like the moon that,
Drives us
Mad
sometimes. We love our souls back
For two more lives
But still
We die....
From tears and sorrow.

Why do we put up with this?
For what we love like mad against our will
My heart exploding when i see your kiss
But still
I cry........

To dust. We rise the instincts for
Love
To dust. We break the heads of
Heroes. To not put us in shade...
And not foulfil our dreams
like: Love
But still
We kill them