I want this strange feeling gone but it lingers on
For my thoughts and memories keep hunting me
The question is to hold on or move on
I become clueless, senseless, it’s poor old me
I want to hide to Elysian field
Where poor old lover bury sorrows in the garden of despair
I’m stuck in this state, my heart being nailed
The virus overwhelm, it can’t be move to chest, deleted nor can be repaired
Alcohol makes me sleep for I can’t survive the day
But my dreams wake me up at dawn
The darkness fell upon me, no I’m not okey
Ethel I love your rose, I love your torns
My love is so sweet my love is so pure
Once everything's so colorful
Now it’s bleeding red, its cooling blue and its dying gray
Black valentine might be true, let me join the black parade
