I beg to differ.
Yet beauty stabs me, immortalizes me with one shot
and I fall to the ground as a leaf awaiting winter
And every time before that dreaded corner arrives
the same story reflects itself into my mind,
the same hopeless dreams, are they dreams or fantasies
Are they desires or merely holes within myself
As if routine, sure as the seasons may come and go
In darkness I fall, awaiting my lovers breath
Crawling behind closed doors, I’m left alone
It’s true, what they say...
We’re born as one, we live as one, we die as one.
