I always died a senseless death at the feet of affection,
I always compromised the word compromise to this life's own zeal
My pride and keys to joy were thrown to hell,
All in the name of love so well
We were birds heading to the world of honey bees,
Yet you lost focus to the weak morning breeze.
Can't you see
That we meant to see
Beautiful life hidden beyond the seas?
I sang the love songs of hatred,
Sweet text which contained bitterness.
Can't you?
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
I always died a senseless death at the feet of affection,
I always compromised the word compromise to this life's own zeal
My pride and keys to joy were thrown to hell,
All in the name of love so well
We were birds heading to the world of honey bees,
Yet you lost focus to the weak morning breeze.
Can't you see
That we meant to see
Beautiful life hidden beyond the seas?
I sang the love songs of hatred,
Sweet text which contained bitterness.
Can't you?
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