Tasia (Out On All Platforms)

The lyrics explore the harsh lessons of repeated mistakes and betrayal, emphasizing resilience through painful experiences. Key themes include avoiding naivety ("Only a fool falls twice"), betrayal by partners ("gold digger wife") and friends ("fake friends"), and the high cost of misplaced trust. The narrator reflects on enduring emotional pain while reclaiming dignity, stressing that life’s unpredictable challenges demand self-awareness and growth to avoid paying a "helluva price."

ONLY A FOOL FALLS TWICE

Under Your Spell

SPANISH:
Esta canción simboliza lo que viví, y lo que muchos hemos vivido: el sentirnos vivos, pero sin rumbo, sin sentido... "Muerto en Vida".
Segunda canción del álbum Unveiling My Heart (versión VIP).

ENGLISH:
This song represents what I went through and what many of us have experienced: feeling alive, yet directionless, without meaning… ‘Breathing But Gone.’
Second track from the album Unveiling My Heart (VIPversion).

BREATHING BUT GONE - VIP

Ain’t Got Time

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(verse 1)
i know....-i Shouldn't call...but i cant...
his hands...on my body -but it's you, i want to feel....
closing eyes...
i see you...
no matter how he fucks me...(he fucks me)
no, it's not enought....(no)

(chorus)
Look at me, it's always you
his Hands on me,but i want you
come back now, Make me feel
What was real, What I still need…
When he holds, me close...
I shut my eyes, and it’s still you.
Only you, im begging now
Come back now, make it rought

(verse 2)
He grabs my hips, pulls me in —
but it’s your name I'm screamin’ in sin.
Fuckin' me hard, but I ain't there,
'Cause I’m lost in the ghost of your fuckin’ stare.
His lips on my neck — I bite my tongue,
Wish it was you makin’ me come undone.
He don’t know, I fake that moan,
Every thrust feels cold — I feel alone.

(chorus 2)
Look at me, it's always you
his Hands on me,but i want you
come back now, Make me feel
What was real, What I still need…
When he holds, me close...
I shut my eyes, and it’s still you.
Only you, im begging now
Come back now, make it rought
(bridge) 
(come back to me)
(make me feel free)
(love rought and hild me tight)
(im yours not just for tonight)
(outro)
im yours
im all yours
im yours

It's you

fever-dream

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

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