Overdose

I hate feeling like this

I'm so tired of trying to fight this

I'm asleep and all I dream of

Is waking to You

Tell me that you will listen

Your touch is what I'm missing

And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing You

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of You

I don't wanna live

I don't wanna breath

'Les I feel You next to me

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

I don't wanna sleep

I don't wanna dream

'Cause my dreams don't comfort me

The way You make me feel

I hate living without you

Dead wrong to ever doubt you

But my demons lay in waiting

Tempting me away

Oh, how I adore You ...

Oh, how I thirst for You ...

Oh, how I need You ...

Breathing life

Waking up My eyes

Open up

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of You.

Sinceramente.

Desde os dias de Michelangelo, os escultores escondiam os defeitos de seus trabalhos usando cera quente e pó de pedra para tapar eventuais fendas. O método era considerado trapaça e, portanto, toda escultura “sin cera” – ou seja, sem cera – era chamada de obra de arte “sincera”. A expressão pegou. Até hoje, usamos “sinceramente” para assinar as cartas, como uma garantia de que nossas palavras são verdadeiras.

(O símbolo perdido - Dan Brown)