Dearly Beloved
The autumn trees are wasted
Winter is coming around
in an hour

Dealing the hopeless
I wanted too but couldn't
Tried to come around
But I'm down

Its time to make out of
something out of nothing
Its time to deal this through

I promise
Its not a slap in the face
Or a weight in the air
as long as you just care
I'm going
Just some meters away
I don't want to play
anymore
Let's just end this

Perpetual Nights
Nocturnal lives are tainted
The rain is about to pour
like a flower

Its time to make out of
Words and real illusions
Its right to detach to you