your cold eyes
every sign
heavy minds
don't explain
You are a traitor
Right or wrong,
Don't matter
When you are with me

Every night again and again,
I am preparing a cure for despair
That kills me a little faster than morbid fear that you [bad word] back
Scotch,meth or coke 
a cigarette smoke 
And I play my weird chords
and i forget about love 
thats there for others too
and I look forward to your return
and feel the smell of cheap perfume

my humiliation as an offering to you
I find the remains of our love in your anger,in my [bad word] 
i tell myself that its not [bad word] 
that you must love,yes,you do

and i'll cry and fall on my knees
i'll begging you: don't explain,please!
just stay with me some more
just stay with me
and you will kiss me,hug me ,
you'll say that you need me,lie me
and i'll sleep like a child in your arms
but when the [bad word] 
you'll leave with no doubt 
and all will return like
and next night,again
i will preparing a potion of despair
that kills me a little faster than this patient fear
that today you [bad word] back
you [bad word] back
a little more scotch, 
a cigarette smoke and coke
drown my soul
and i forget about love 
thats there for others too
then one day 
i will pray
and stop this circus way
i will sleep like a child
but no body could awake me