he's blind from desire
no wonder he's loving to you
you just hear the choir
but must turn to see right through
there's blood
on his lips,
see the dagger
that hints,
at someone like
you
those rose
coloured trips
were his way to
your hips
to make your mind
new
no lies, no cries
should make you fall in love
no eyes, no sighs
should make you fall in love
Alas...
You're brand new
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
he's blind from desire
no wonder he's loving to you
you just hear the choir
but must turn to see right through
there's blood
on his lips,
see the dagger
that hints,
at someone like
you
those rose
coloured trips
were his way to
your hips
to make your mind
new
no lies, no cries
should make you fall in love
no eyes, no sighs
should make you fall in love
Alas...
You're brand new
manipulation vs love
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