An imagine, of that laugh inside,
outside of that that is beyond the mind,
and air, and touch of lie, of hurt,
of fear to lose so much, to gain some sort
of single restoration, in the soul for
time, that is a simple limitation,
and then, respond in aggression flame,
mistake, mistake, mistake, that is so fake,
that is so hard, that is our sake,
when we make the same mistake.
Do we know? Do we see?
To imitate, that the lie is we.
It is true! Although so wrong,
to cheat the one,
You my closest friend, you are
the one I'm now asking for forgiveness …
Please forgive the stupid mistress,
and remember of our ways, of the fun
we had together of those days!
