Melancholy of a promise kept.

Haunted in my dreams i think of you,
breathing without air i think of you,
Say that you love me, please do.

Why can't i make this feeling go away,
i live in torture of my soul, for it is not mine anymore,
It was not money nor fame that came in with the trade,
even though i gave it to you, you had no price to pay.

Oh please let me live, love, lust for another skin and another hair,
for i've fulfilled my swear but i was left alone and in debt.

I damn the life that has cursed me with the blessings of life that you bring.
Took a moment to love and a eternity to accept.

Promises are meant to be kept and lovers are meant to be dead.