Marseille Star
Waiting for you, why?
Involuntary thoughts appear in my mind, doubting if you ever loved me.
Did you? Of course not, in my mind are those false memories haunting me.
Unfortunately, it was only for a while, until the real me escaped from me and you fell into my arms.
Bloodied and with me locked in that bathroom of your house late at night.
You looked at me scared, why? I do this for you, if you're not with me, you won't be with anyone.
I open the door and cleanse my filthy mind in that tormenting intrusive thought.
I don't want to see you like this, I just want to hold you in my arms as you deserve to be treated.
Watch as I pursue the person you think and they will give you true love.
Falsely, I take the sharp stone from the ground and stab it in his back.
How strange, he keeps moving as if nothing happened.
Again, I have imagined what I long for most, for you to love me.
Coherence is not necessary when it comes to love.
"As friends" were your words full of lies.
I know you love me more than anyone else but you don't admit it.
In our society it's not well seen, but what does it matter?
Let's be what no one has been, what no one will achieve, what we can form.
If only you would come out of my basement after accepting that we should be something.
The rope remains tightly tied as you watch "the love of your life" suffer before you.
Unable to do anything, I cry with a laugh as I end this shit.
I stop for a second and we argue.
"The first fight of the relationship" I considered it.
You, on the other hand, looked at me with love, but a fictitious one, demanding freedom.
I'm with you, that's all that matters.
Let no one know about us.
Let's start from scratch and be free.
My pain because of you doesn't heal and I'm tired of this shit.
My ex-partner would know what to do, but by fate I ended up with her.
It was an accident! I swear as much as the love you feel for me.
She fell from the roof of our last date; The Golden Lord.
How funny! And sad, I just have to continue looking for someone who loves me better, that's you.
I emerge from the conversation sewer we were in for hours.
It was really me and my bloodied water cup.
Bloody from the sweet chocolate running through your veins in a world of falsehood.
I feel dizzy seeing you, I feel you strange on a night of deep purple moon.
Waking up from my anxiety, I manage to remember to feed you.
As I go down and see you sleepy, I decide to set you free, puppy.
A leash is enough, but you prefer to go without any safe means.
We go out to the city of madness where I live and see the bus of redemption arrive.
You get on first and I see you fade away with the bus.
I manage to restore my ideas and see your tears again asking for help.
You agreed to be my partner but, at what cost?
I ended you as I did with my ex-partner, this time it wasn't an accident.
I wake up from the ninth dream once again and see you lying on my bed.
Beautiful curly hair, typical of you, brushing against the red pillow.
I turn around and stand up to see myself without my clothes completely exposed.
As you get up, you're the same, what have we done? Why did I dream that? Was it a dream?
I look out the window and see the bright red light from the sky, what's happening?
I knew nothing was real, I ran to you and saw how you took the most beautiful sword and stabbed me.
"We are nothing" were your last words before leaving the table where we were chatting.
