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