I don’t believe in wishes coming true.
I don’t believe in miracles.
I don’t believe in creating one’s own fate.
I don’t believe in destiny.
Sometimes, I cannot believe
my own eyes and ears.

I don’t know where
the truth lies - or when -
but I can still swear a fact
and, damn sure, I can act a tale.
I can show you the happiness of
breathing in this world and
torment your heart while exhaling it.

One thing I’m faithful to
the moving flames on his naked back.
Promises running out his mouth
screaming the loudest goodbyes.
How his kiss breaks my wings,
thanks to his only I’m going to fly.

Yes, ‘bout this little word I’m sure
that I’m never going to hear, at least
from the one that stole my soul…
…with other men my lips are sealed.