Too Late

I miss you

every single minute

now i don't know if i say it

just because i'm stoned

or that's a fucking nonsense

as if i would be talking to one of my

inner voices

i feel too empty to create

a regular love letter

or maybe it's too late for this

still the pain last

and ain't getting better

and now i know

it's gonna just take some time

to let you go off my mind

pink butterfly

lost her fingertips

would you help her searching

we live only three days

and i am just about to loose my wings

help...

still your lick, your touch, your breath, your sight

makes me trembling

and suddenly i've realized

that it's been too adicting

and i should be going

once my tears would get dry

now a slow, slow song

the time and life around

so i won't keep in hanging in one point

like a lost coin

your eyes follow me

your shade spies me

i won't let you make love to me

ever again

'cause it hurts too much

and looking deeply into your eyes

i cruelly say

that i would rather be a butterfly

than one who lets your hand

touch one's neck