Dash X

Dash X (anno 20 dec 2004)

You would be the perfect match
If you weren’t a mess
The perfect soul for me to catch
Perfect ness is getting less

But if you didn’t have a dizzy head
And I would have been a normal bitch
Our ways were separated to a black death
And I wasn’t a girl you could just ditch

Depending on a thing that’s not able
Demanding for a thing that’s floating in the air
Status unavailable
Thinking nobody does care

You are my dead-end street
Walking towards the end
It hurts on my feet
And than all I desire is getting blend

Crashing into the fire
Short, hot and painfully
I don’t think you are a liar
Dash X told me it ends beautifully