I heard the saying,
"When you first fall in love with somebody you regret
You will never ever get that person out your mind
No matter how hard you try to forget"

That's why I rewrite letters in rewind,
And blind smiles recorded in summertime
But they're not worth the time spent, they fly
Because moments are not meant to buy
Like apartments, they're just meant for rent
But once we reside inside the hearts who we love, it's permanent
We call it, "heaven-sent" because it lasts forever like diamonds
Yet we speak about our reverse intent,
Singing Kelly Clarkson songs to create a fence
In fact in our lives, they're essential as vitamins
So I exhale, exhale, like what troubadours would do for courtly love
When hopes are high and an extra mile is not enough

We rise from our ninety-ninth one-nightstand and realize
That the whole reason we sleep through nightmares is to kiss the sunrise
We bleed passion and breathe through the beat of mayhem
But once we thought we have reached the end, we take another "6 AM"

It's intense, for instance, there's this girl who flows through my veins
And pumps through my arteries, her pleasures and its pains
She holds what she could not tame but she molds our fate like clay
A tear falls down her cheek, as she recalls the loneliness yesterday:
Five years of men who are willing to pay
Just for the sake she could say, she's with a male,
Her body is for sale

Because to her, romance exist only in movies, in reality, it fails
She burned my last mail since she believes I live in fairy tales
When I sing sweet nightingales, it's like I'm in a state of fatal ecstasy
Since her kiss kills me, her touch tortures me
Our story is just another final fantasy!
Because after a happily ever after, we begin another sequel,
As if my penis's length and her vagina's circumference are far from equal
It's like trying to fit a puzzle piece in a pistol
But in magical surprise, it's a fragile device
Since the barrel cease to sizzle, in result- a shot! A spark!
To the spot where we feel hot- the heart, it’s hard
To depart when every attempt to break becomes the start
Of the things we would later remember in the midst of December,
When a couple-month wait for Valentines Day
Would be my journey to forever

We rise from our ninety-ninth one-nightstand and realize
That the whole reason we sleep through nightmares is to kiss the sunrise
We bleed passion and breathe through the beat of mayhem
But once we thought we have reached the end, we take another "6 AM"