I don't like what you say to me

Wow, that always seems so far from now when we look torward some perfect moments
Talking with people on AIM or MSN isnt intersting anymore compared to a word from him
But after all this 'him' wont get any sense anymore after an other Him, and after an other and an other again

You want an everything as an everythings wants wings
You need this solution as Cupid needs an excellent vision
But after all you need impossiblities to find a fucking perfection

As long as the hearth will turn around the sun
My fingers will tape about you
As longs as my tears wont be deleted of my face
My heart wont beat anymore for you

Wow, that always seems so unbelivable from the reality how tragedies and fatalities bought our misery in their stories.
So unmeaning as everytime that they drew our ways in their road to bring us the worst melody, What a bitersweet symphony sounds for you like a musical gift from Hell in Your head

But we all have our meaning sound resounding in our head
It's scripted as a movie script : after all Rose had to survive and Jack had to dead
After all you still have lot of things to provide and we have everything in hands to deal

Poetry cant be poetry by my hands
Love cant be born as Love for my heart (to your heart)

I shall thank anybody whom's dreaming of me at night : i will just adviser you to not do it anymore
Im better to become dream in nightmares that to make of your nighmares a wonderfull dream
I stay the best person to put mess in your minds,
Im not a personal educator you can check it in my eyes.