Cross my heart
Hope to die
Cause of my demons
I always cry..
Yet I Carry out my soul
So in the end i see him by..

I live a life
Not worth a while…
Crescent moon or something alike
It’s not complete; it’s half a life
Yet i carry out my soul
So in the end i see him by

Strawberries and wine
Cars and hotel room twilights
Private planes and beautiful lanes
Nothing matters cause my expectations arent high
Yet i carry out my soul
So in the end i see him by!