A Pact of Hidden Thorns

Ohh the hidden thorns of my love when truth and care's not held above when snake is symbol of white dove Ohh the hidden thorns of my love Secret glances Secret thoughts when friendly truth begins to rot and "friends" become what they were not innocent in gestures act they all as jesters. The hot fire of the nova; you catalysts cause the explosion the implosion, and imposing of fake reality to which goes my emotion and I react to my pact, "Do best by all I see". I react to my reality this can't be helped, but you can't see Blinded are you for eternity. By your Secret glances Secret thoughts What right to love if by but my own will and Soul? I'd Rather die. 'Tis dark I see when harked to me is ever only constantly that truth lies in but mine eyes and good is all but what I see What right to love if by but my own will and Soul? I'd Rather die. But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see my untimely end than truest me. So I'll bind to my pact, "Do best by all I see". And I'll live life on my own through my reality. Such ignorance on your part that But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see my untimely end than truest me.