Traces of your fragrance in the air
They keep making me want to escape
Too much of your presence -
A heartbreak -
It's too late.
Your voice rings like a prayer,
I fear your behaviour,
I wish we were closer,
This could be so awesome
Traces of your touch on my pale skin,
I wish I could embrace and take you in,
But there's a mystery between us,
You don't want me on the scene
Your voice rings like a prayer,
I fear your behaviour,
I wish we were closer,
This could be so awesome
I could have forgiven you silence,
But you are so perfectly spotless,
An angel in love with a demon,
I need you, I want you, I fear you.
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