between icons hidden into ashes
my bruises got so scared
I put them to dry and they always dry
leaving me puzzled with my worst nightmares
you won't ask me why i keep making it hurt
if i tell you i need it the most
but only the essential
when love shares
what's the essential
what do you need
when only sentimental thoughts can reach
need more strength to breath
more heart to beat
pay to feel the air trough