I’m giving up the ghost of love

I’m giving up the ghost of love
And a shadow is cast on devotion.

She’s the one that I adore
Qween of my silent suffocation.

Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.

Bittersweet.

I won’t give up; I’m possessed by her.
I’m bearing a cross; she turned into my curse.

Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny,
Bittersweet, I want you (how I wanted you)
And I need you ( how I needed you)

Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.
Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.

Bittersweet.