It's midnight
I count the stars,
As they seem to fall in our blankets
The hours pass,
And the night becomes delightful
It's not late yet
Besides,
It will never be
But in my dreams
Another story was told
Not this one
What happened?
Am I awaken?
Sharing my heart with prostitution
Yes I have sinned
A lot
But life goes on
If I still have it,
Because she steals everything
She steals my dreams