Atropine - Amaran

Bathroom mirror laughs so hard

Scribbled lipstick shouting truth

Years of whatever, decaying youth

And I’m sorry but I think

I cannot love you

At least not tonight

No I think I cannot love you

I think I’d rather fight

Rusty eyes and sleepy heart

What comes together comes apart

But all she ever stole

The myth of love to make her whole

Grasping for air in

A room full of cyanide

It’s only a matter of time

Before it all comes

Crashing down

In another story

You could have been a heroine

It could have been a fairytale

You could have

Flaunted rosy cheeks

Instead of fading into pale

Grasping for air in

A room full of cyanide

It’s only a matter of time

Before it all comes

Crashing down

Hoping for, for a miracle

And I waited here to watch you

Watch you brace yourself

For when it all comes crashing

And you think that

They might cry

But you, you will be careless

You’ll be an angel

Busy learning how to fly

Never sleep and never rest

Not with those

Cramps inside your chest

Never without nightly sin

Atropine, your heroine