And his words would come to my mind "en fin..."

theres nothing I can do about it

I'm loosing control of my emotions

of my thoughts, my actions

I guess I am somewhat like my father...

hatred running through my veins

I'm loosing control of everything...

[I want to kill them, strangle them to death and see their blood in my hands...

just a sudden rush of hatred...]

Until his voice brings me be back to reality...

And again I melt under his lips

Love&Hate...

...Sono solo uno scrittore inutile