As Words To Bullets

I will cut my tongue to end this here

As words to bullets and feelings to fears

You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day

I dare to cause this war, maybe I will die therefor

Yet I think it is my Juliet story

Because you are my everything

but this beauty leaves the room

and my dream seems to be over

my tongue is not severed and the end is here

Drove home to that anchingly long song

As words to poetry and my feelings so free

I am longing for your arms to lay down

In your hands I feel so secure- this must be true

You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day

I dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefor

Yet I think it is my Juliet story

Because you are my everything

but this beauty leaves the room

and my dream seems to be over

my tongue is not severed and the end is here

burlesque and splendid I will enter their realm

this place should become a burial ground

I dared to cause that war and I died therefor

but this beauty leaves the room

and my dream seems to be over

my tongue is not severed and the end is here