i feel like dying in your arms...

 i would burn alive just to keep you warm...

 the truth in my eyes belongs to you...

 the sincerity in my heart is yours to take...

 i dont want anything from you...

 just to remember the promise we made...

 and i will be a rock for you to lean on...

 and prevent my heart to become one...

 promisses arent just words...

 they are real love, real feelings and real emotions...

 all wrapped in a sheet of truth...

 please, dont judge for my actions, my words...

 judge me for the pureness of feelings i have for you...

 judge me for wanting to end my life if i ever hurt you...

 judge me for wanting only one thing from us...

 truth...

 comming from our eyes...

 truth...

 giving birth to our words...

 truth...

 in everytime we touch...

 truth...

 in everytime smile we make...

 truth...

 it is all i want...truth...

 without it, we wont be as one...

 without it, we wont fly anymore...

 without it, we will be as ghosts, haunting ourselves…

 without it, we will just be feeding poison to each other…

 without it, the love will never be…

 even in the small things, I would rather live in pain than be untruthful to you…

 even in the small things, actions and words can devastate one’s heart...

 even in the small things…

I feel like dying in your arms…why?...remember the promise we made…