All I see is purple rain

Anotace: Missed as fuck... pure pain, no luck.

A weary heart cries from unfulfilled smiles,
these are sweet mysteries of my life,
sweet mysteries of my little lies.

I would like to fall into your care,
forbidden sea of feelings,
which I dare to share.

You put wild wind in my tattered sails,
and misgiving to my coming trails.
Mirroring of losses is the main,
supported by tiny crawling pain.

Thanks for this,
thanks for that,
that cursed day,
when we met...

You are my pretty little jail,
and the outlook to the future is slightly pale.

Thanks for this,
thanks for that,
that cursed day,
when we met...

Give me back the emptiness you took from me!