Our lives are dreams which have intertwined
A remembrance of a past which never was real
I loved you more than you would ever know
And all you craved for was the ability to feel
Lustful thoughts induced by the moonlight streets
Hand in hand through porous neon city limits
Our lives were only two tangled lies
Who found themselves in the mouths of critics
We wasted our days in search of darkness
Every breath hot, against frozen skin
We wanted to know how to live, at least a moment
And we found love, in a mess of sin.
P.s. If you haven't noticed, usually the titles have nothing to do with what is written.
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