Ask my
heart, ask my soul,
How terrible
I feel,
Have inflicted
such a wound,
Will take
ages to heal.
I haven’t
been faithful to you,
Promise I won’t
do it again,
No name will
come on my lips,
Come gale,
snow, wind or rain.
Ask my
heart, ask my soul,
I only think
of you,
Yes I lied,
call me a cheat,
But now what
I say is true.
Shattered I carry
this guilt,
I see your
tears wherever I see,
Hold me;
give me one more chance,
And never
let me free.
I am ready
to dance on flames,
To prove
that I won’t cheat,
Whatever tracks
you leave on sand,
I will
follow your feet.
Come and
stop my tears that roll,
Save me from
dark despair,
One last
chance is all I crave,
Just say you
love me dear.
uber-fine! however, I find that love sucks; just another four-letter word, I'm not angry nor am I bitter, I prefer life to be more genuine than with L-O-V-E to muck up the works. another four-letter word is K-I-S-S; a method I prefer for my life and whatever time remains in it.
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