take the burning temperature away from me.

I ran to the highest peak and stared death right in his face.

It was a nostalgia.

A million faces.
Their hastened pace,
Who would care if I'm afraid?

Would you stop?
Are you genuine?
Would you stay?
Or are you the millionth face?

I listened to chasing cars a thousand times.
Finally. And at last.

Believe in me.

I will lay with you and just forget the world.

But do you see all that you are, all that you were, in my perfect eyes?