Our selfish kisses
Brought us here today
And our stupid wishes
Won't let the pain fade away
We are vain to think
Our happiness is above all
Now we're at the brink
And we're all going to fall
We are all fools
To take and not give
And all of our precious jewels
Which we have taken in swift sieve
Will disappear when we turn blind eye
On what we thought was ours
Then we will all cry
At the burning scars
Left by stolen happiness
That was never ours
SIEVE~(v)-to separate things such as to separate what you like from what you don't.
