I will cut my tongue to end this herenAs words to bullets and feelings to fearsnYou danced the night away, you stole my heart that daynI dare to cause this war, maybe i will die therefornYet i think it is my juliet storynBecause you are my everythingnbut this beauty leaves the roomnand my dream seems to be overnmy tongue is not severed and the end is herenDrove home to that anchingly long songnAs words to poetry and my feelings so freenI am longing for your arms to lay downnIn your hands i feel so secure- this must be truenYou danced the night away, you stole my heart that daynI dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefornYet i think it is my juliet storynBecause you are my everythingnbut this beauty leaves the roomnand my dream seems to be overnmy tongue is not severed and the end is herenburlesque and splendid i will enter their realm nthis place should become a burial groundni dared to cause that war and i died therefornbut this beauty leaves the roomnand my dream seems to be overnmy tongue is not severed and the end is heren