“She is a kind of poison I would die for.”

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

Let me take you to the moon, where only you can feel is love.

Her image flickered all night in my tear-filled eyes.

Her memories cripple me at night.

You left my heart drowning in the sea of loneliness.

All I need is her lap to rest and her smile to gaze.

My streets are missing your visits.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

How can he be perfect? Everything he ever makes, dies.

Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.

Either push your limits or die.

If I make music and people hate it, you know, whatever. I’ll die someday, and one day, they will too.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

Ignoring your passion is like dying a slow death.