you look tired lie down for a while if you like
don't pretend being in love, while there's still some time left
a few wounded souls, few bottles of beers
that's what we've got, not enough to reach happiness
our lies are beautiful (we do/make them so well)
such a relish to live them
if something is good enough to love, is it good enough to die for?
a few soporific pills, a few crisisses* of jealousy
that's what we've got, not enough to reach happiness..
some lies happen to be beautiful
some truths hurts
some deaths lasts long
all lives happen to be too short
the earned have been lost (wasted),have been runners (contests) who got tired
we got to where we couldn't touch without being drunk enough
a few heart aches, a few help shouts (for help)
that's what we've got, not enough to reach happiness..
some lies happen to be beautiful
some truths hurts
some deaths lasts long
all lives happen to be too short