Harmonic strums of an old guitar Endless interpretation nights My Darling, My Darling, looming far Flashbacks; reminiscent timely old sights
Darling, darling, may you sing along? Sadly, just the the same old song the gloomy melody heard much before the same expression you once wore
A past buried deep underground Trained fiercely not to make a sound But Darling, darling, those cuts are much deeper Than my broken wings, or your shattered mirror
So here I am, trying to kneel Pretending as if you can’t feel Continue lurking in our past mistakes Darling, darling, how long will it take?
So I'll keep pretending and apprehending, my emotions that “don’t exist” While you keep lying, I’m complying, dragging my feet in this supossable “bliss” So please, this once, just grant me my release Darling, darling, return me my peace