Lletres: Lord Of The Lost. Fear. Prologue.

Before my eyes I see you, I feel you, but still I can not have you
I want you to want me to want you, betray me, save me
Lying face down, below ground, my breakdown
No I don't, don't want you to tell me the hard truth
I beg you belie me, I suffer, just try me, betray me, save me
Lie to me, set me free
Lie to me, say that you're falling in love, save me from falling and falling apart

(Dank an Nessaia fur den Text)