"love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right"
we put up walls to prevent the past
we stop at red lights and saying too personal stuff
and soon it all fits in the right tracks
you say i'm like a shooting cannonball
jumping from the highest waterfall
but i would say that you're the edge.
so tell me how to proceed, tell me what is wrong,
why do you keep talking things
that make me break and crawl
those masks and games and veils
are all so fake.
and i never saw it coming.
and i never could understand.
a week went by like a thunderstorm
pouring the best things with the worst ones
and oh my dear, you dissappeared.
i can feel the loneliest nights
approaching me with a ticking sound
but solutions are still out of sight.
so you were always a saint, while i was always wrong?
what good did it bring along your flawless road?
this love is twisted and fragile.
and i'd never want it perfect.
but i'll always try to make it.
this is the breaking point. this is my make-believe.
loving you is not red, it's black and blue and sometimes green.
this are the shades of a lesson that we're both about to learn.
this life is messy and obnoxious and magically weird.
and i'd never want it fixed.
and i'd never wish it didn't happen.