Of who can hurt the most and cut
With words as sharp as blades,
If it hurts, it can't be love.
Love should not be bitter,
It should fit tasty in our mouths,
For if love leaves a bad taste,
It wasn't meant for us.
But what do I know about love,
If of it I've only seen a glance,
Of short and painful stories,
That leave but scars and wounds.
But you, my love, I've found,
To fit me like a ring,
Yet I only hear from you
Regrets and more complains.
I tried, my dear, I tried,
My hopes I put on you,
But the lies, my dear, the lies,
Could never get us through.
Don't wait for me my love,
In my soul there's left a crack,
Because I might just leave in the morning
Without intends to come back.
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