I have never betrayed, I do not know (what betraying is)
I have never loved fakingly, I do not know (what faking is)
The end of these thorny roads, for a moment’s pleasure, is obvious beforehand
I never loved fakingly, I would not know (what faking is)
The end of these thorny road, for a moment’s pleasure, is obvious beforehand
Do I come to your mind now and then?
Do I become a knot stuck in your throat as you sob?
Or, do I ooze along your cheeks slowly onto you pillow
Just like the tears you touch
Do I become a knot stuck in your throat as you sob?
Or, do I ooze along your cheeks slowly onto you pillow
Just like the tears you touch