For all the time we are
Obvious you are, the same
Oblivious to the truth
The lies, the honeypot, flows freely
My love, this is goodbye
May life pleases me, ergo
Come I will, back, for you
If only to inflict pain on you
For I want you to feel the same
On my deathbed, when aging is done
I will want to chuckle, reminiscence of
Perfection brought forth
Happiness turning into a nightmare
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
For all the time we are
Obvious you are, the same
Oblivious to the truth
The lies, the honeypot, flows freely
My love, this is goodbye
May life pleases me, ergo
Come I will, back, for you
If only to inflict pain on you
For I want you to feel the same
On my deathbed, when aging is done
I will want to chuckle, reminiscence of
Perfection brought forth
Happiness turning into a nightmare
