Down to the sea
The deep black water
Is killing me
Back to the quarter
Where I felt free
The end is the daughter
Of all what I'll be
You follow me
Down to the sea
Wounded
You look at me
With the eyes of a lynx
Wounded
I try to escape
But you follow me
With the skill of a cat
Like a missile
You broke into my life
Exploding
To fill the smallest part
Of my heart with you
Don't call it love
I'm not more that your target
Your personal heap of rubble
Like a missile
You broke into my life
Exploding like a missile
Wounded
You look at me
With the eyes of a lynx
You follow me
With the skill of a cat
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