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.
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