This Song Is Called
This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick
High tides, waves of hypocrisy
I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times
I decided to name her insomnia
"Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit"
This I must tell you, old friend, fear beauty
This is meager, this is feeble
She was only a fiction and my creation
Writer/s: Mike Hranica