Make me your North Star 

I won't waver for a million years 

Be my North Star

I have been waiting for you

For a thousand years 

 I was never chosen, just needed. Now no one needs me, thankfully. All it is lacking now is to be chosen.

 You are not mine

You're an enraged violent person 

You're heart is made of stone

You just wish to break bones

And you're nowhere to be found 

You don't like yourself 

You keep putting a nice face

While you mock everyone 

And sometimes shower them

With improvised speeches of kind

Giving people a load of compliments 

That you know you're faking

Because deep inside you're envious

I see how you only love a few

The ones you depend on 

The ones who let you do

Everything just how you want to

No matter what it means 

You just want to master them

Like a maestro with his band

Tu que dizes gostar de mistério 

E deixas tudo no ar 

E acabas abruptamente tudo

Como se não te passasse de um jogo

E eu odiei ganhar 

Como o amor me salvou

Num tempo pestilento 

 Sometimes we got to sacrifice ourselves for the people we love, and sometimes that turns into always.

I hold everything inside

 I hold light and dark inside 

And this love and hate so tight 

I balance and juggle it all

I tend to struggle and fall

Sometimes I break apart 

I guess it's normal when you're tall

But not when you're like me

So short and small

He was never real

 I depended on him to stay alive 

Everyday with his singing

I waited like a junkie with withdrawal 

Just to see and hear him again

My air when I was suffocating 

My heart pump when I was flatline

He was indeed then the love of my life 

But I was wrong and deluded 

To think that it was all real

He wasn't there for me at all

He was just doing his usual deal

Playing to everyone and having fun

Had I known right in the beginning 

And I wouldn't have made him my sun

 I have loved you like the sky 

Infinitely 

Even when I discovered 

That you don't believe 

in infinity 

 Principles are just writings on the wall, decorating a life that is gone; someone who has no home, no law, no hope on the horizon. Would it be nice that everyone knew, once in their lives, what it is to feel unconditional love and feel loved by someone who is irreplaceable? 

I really can't say/don't know if it would! ...

 There's no such thing as romantic love in this post-modern era, just in old movies.

(and that's why I love oldies and now been watching 1930's on b&w ones)

 You are the flowers of evil spawn by the worst things in the world and all the deeds of pure destruction that you've been inflicting on/for the entirety of my wretched existence should burn you inside out till you're just ashes blown by the wind.