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Honey, if you only knew

how it feels when the blood runs through

and it boils with 100 degrees or more.

But I'm feeling insecure

Honey, if you only saw

how much dust comes out of my scars

and you know it isn't smart

to hurt me more since they're on my heart..

I'm walking through the rain

I hope it'll wash away my shame

It'll wash away the lies I told

I feel that I am turning cold (But I don't want that)

Help me understand

how could I cause such pain?

By hurting you I hurt myself

Don't tell me it's too late..

Honey, I am being true

I know you're not that cruel

I know you have a heart of gold

Please do not make mine cold..

I'm feeling way too tired

so I'm walking through the fire

I  take a breath and breathe the flames

I hope they'll  burn away my pain

And I'm not joking

I might as well be frozen

Only your warm heart will make mine beat again..

Es redzēju sapnī kā Dimiteram lieku roku uz pleca es

Cik grūti stāvēt 45 grādu leņķī pret to,

pret kuru gribas raidīt lodi.
Tagad tikai jāatceras,
ka pēc 20 minūtēm aties pirmais vilciens uz to vietu,
uz kuru parasti jāgaida dienas vai pat gadi.
Un Velns nopirks biļeti,
aizbrauks,
un dzers ilgi līdz nelabumam.
Jo savu nozagto bērnu bērnu viņš tāpat redzētu tikai uz 10 minūtēm.
Tad labāk būtu raidījis to lodi pierē tam Dievam.
Un viss tikai tāpēc,
ka labajam jāuzvar vienmēr.