Wishes don't come true
Love doesn't exist
Dreams are make believe
And fantasies are missed
Now your kisses make me sick
Hugs with no meaning
I die just a little
Every time we're meeting
Holding your hand
Makes me cold
If it wasn't for hopeless hope
My soul would be sold
Drag me to Hell
To wherever you're standing
You're self destructive
Not one safe landing
If love is paranoia
Anger or fear
Then I love you
More than anything my dear
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