I rather spend my life

I rather spend my life

Where I built a whole world,

Where words formed sentences

And live on this double line,

Then out of my mind,

Where words can't save me.

I spend my sentences

For breaking and entering.

I witnessed a slim silhouette

Step in your lonely home,

So I followed it with a deep intake

And the scene changed – I was charged.

And the thin thread that kept us apart

Suddenly became a band.

I craved you like a dream

I can't quite remember.

The way your love broke my heart

I need a quiet December.

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