if home is where the heart is then i'm pretty much heartless

oblivious child, where are you going now?
the smell of the rain brings you down every cold second
sick of this pride
will who cares when you're a dead end?

hold me tight
you are the one i can't- that i know lips can't resist

rome burned in flames 'cause you touch it
you are the only punch i like to recieve

heads hitting the glass, so fine
victim of the ocaccion
please don't make me say it
is not that i don't want be loved
is that i dont want to get hurt, i don't wanna die