On The Floor

On the side of the forgotten ways
When the reverse colors, sleeps
In distortion of my mind
In a dark room, when cursed we all bleed

Hold my face, in your hands
The wind cut through the trees
That complete your stare
My soul want to feel that breeze

I no longer feel, feel my heart
There is a cut inside, inside me
But it hasn't been apart
All that I want to see, you dont show me

So I throw myself, at your feet
Begging you to take me
But is late, I confess
We turn this into a game of trick or treat

I no longer feel, feel my heart
There is a cut inside, inside me
But it hasn't been apart
All that I want to see, you dont show me