Backwards
I don't feel any blood
Running through my veins;
The pleasure is so embracing that
I could get rid of myself.
There are no more tears running down from my eyes;
Even in sweet times,
I can be dishonest with my life.
I do not try to catch the fire with my fingers;
My soul would be so weak
If the heat burns me up.
I will never die among plastic sirens;
I have wandered centuries ago to know that,
Love can be twisted
If we drink up from the wrong cup,
And a kiss can be betrayed
If we don't learn how to observe
With our heart.
Running through my veins;
The pleasure is so embracing that
I could get rid of myself.
There are no more tears running down from my eyes;
Even in sweet times,
I can be dishonest with my life.
I do not try to catch the fire with my fingers;
My soul would be so weak
If the heat burns me up.
I will never die among plastic sirens;
I have wandered centuries ago to know that,
Love can be twisted
If we drink up from the wrong cup,
And a kiss can be betrayed
If we don't learn how to observe
With our heart.
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