How come dreams,
Are never what they seem?
How come feeling love,
Is like a gift from above?
And when it’s gone,
You feel like,
The sun will never dawn.
Black are the days,
The nights are a haze.
Your worldly light,
Was taken by the night.
You’d rather believe,
In some stupid illusion,
Then have real love,
Living a delusion,
What a hypocrite,
What a liar,
I used to think,
Your soul was on fire.
That no one,
Could ever tame you,
Then came tom,
And you let him maim you.
I can’t believe,
I thought you were strong,
I guess I was deceived,
I guess I was wrong.
|
|
