I've been through a lot in my life so poety and music is my love. |
It started with my lies
You weren't meant to be betrayed...
My tears create a river
For the poison flowers to drink...
I rest upon a broken tree
and try to go to sleep...
A frail, old woman
On her white linen bed...
Tears of regret fall to your death bed
Oh how i wish it were me instead...
Time is so unkind |
This is not love, this is your fear's refuge. |