I don't know what you will be if you wake up patience turned into pain and I can't wait no more I stretched out my thin arms but you slipped away this is not a romance this is a torture and in this time is no place for love poems you are neither pure nor virtual, nonexistent I can't wait no more
the doctors words are pulsing in my ears (Fyo) sorry mister, we have a problem a delay in cause of the complexity to unite two galaxies
I can't wait if I don't know what to wait for, it's not fiction the pretty smiling corpse and your sleeping soul are still kept in the chapel, sorry Lyra I tried to pull you back to me but something is stronger the pretty smiling corpse and your sleeping soul are still kept in the chapel, sorry Lyra
I don't know what you will be if you wake up I wake asweat wishing this has just been a dream recognizing that I didn't even sleep I have to see this is a fact and not fiction this weird experiment is still my last hope this is not a romance, this is a torture you are neither pure nor virtual, nonexistent I can't wait no more
the doctors words are pulsing in my ears sorry mister, we have a problem (why did you die for..me?) a delay in cause of the complexity to unite two galaxies
I can't wait if I don't know what to wait for, it's not fiction the pretty smiling corpse and your sleeping ghost are still kept in the chapel built on my heart I tried to pull you back to me but something is stronger the pretty smiling corpse and your sleeping ghost are still kept in the chapel, sorry Lyra