born to die

desculpa, eu sou uma romântica.

eu procuro o meu cúmplice.

aquele que nasceu pra morrer comigo.

pra sentir o vazio. e morrer comigo.

I feel so alone on the friday nights
You make me feel like home,
If I tell you’re mine
As like I told you, honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets though
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh,
Lets go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane, so
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die