Put your hand in mine, it’s a perfect fit
You are the person I have dreamt about all my life.
But things seem to be a breaking around me
The more we get close the more this world breaks…
You are the demon of my Rose which falls to the ground slowly as it dies
Fallen star of a fallen fantasy, I mustn’t sheared a single tear of remorse
Since you’re a fake and will never be real.
Your flesh seem so real when I touched you, your lips were cold like the winter first snow fall.
You had no emotion in your eyes for me to fall in love with you; they seemed so cold and filled with hate
Even though your hand fits perfect into mine doesn’t mean we are made for each other,
Beside you are nothing more than a machine