I know, it is my fault,
I know I lied too much.
I cry…and from my tears salt
Hurts every wound in the heart.
I know, it is my fault,
I beg…I’m begging for the pleasure,
I’m tired or the being bad,
I don’t want (yet) to find the treasure
(As love, or mind, or just your head).
I know, it is my fault,
You’re sad,
I don’t know, what to do
And I am trying
To give you love,
To be, to stay with only you...
Please sorry me or save or...
I’m dying...
And I will die (you know)
Again for you...
I can’t just run from empty crying.
