I've always dreamt bigger than I couldn't.
Every single time, my heart stops to work.
There is no passion, no love.
Only the fear to being forever sad.
I used to think "he" was the right remedy for me, but I was wrong: he was the reason of my cancer.
How could I defeat my enemy, when I fell in love with him, in a beautiful and lonely dark side?
Fantasy, madness, loveless.
What a chemistry and nothing can be put in the right place.
I'm like a puzzle, a broken glass: I fell in pieces and now it's so hard to fix me.
I wasn't born to love, sorry.