All the photographs mean nothing now
He lays under the blanket
thinks of how miserable he looks
when he masturbates in bed thinking of you
he could only love you.

And his love gets on his way
so he composed his life with the end,
and blames have no part of the loss.

Not so safe... lights up the match
swallowed in her sweet embrace
and fulls into the darkness,
what's next?