The end of paralysis

This morning on the bus with sad songs in my head
Volume up to escape radio noises I dread
I watch the cars pass by on the crowded highway
Conor's voice is the drug that takes my pain away

Getting off the subway as the music goes wild
Flash-dreaming of a life that wouldn't be so dried
full of passions and risks, with the wind blowing hard
I wanna play again, try to draw a good card

You're my bad habit
I just cannot quit
Like a junky without a fix
I'm craving, craving for your kiss.

Yours is the only smile that I've been longing for
had a taste of your warmth, now I'm asking for more
The scar was still too fresh, it's bleeding on again
Heartbroken tears of ink keep flowing from my pen.

I caught a fleeting glimpse of a possible dream
promise of happiness that vanished as a gleam
leaves a taste of ashes, slowly tears me apart.
There's no effective cure to numb my heavy heart.

You're my oxygen
let me breathe again
like a fish out of the sea
I'm crying, crying for mercy.