Hooked
Dependent on love's sweet sickness,
A slave who can't sing in heavy chains,
I’ll never ask for your forgiveness,
My tears adore October's rains.
I’m sick. What is my disease?
Misunderstood, left alone,
An old piano, with no fingers on the keys,
My words, my tongue turned into a stone.
A songbird scared by the birds of prey,
Singing my song without a word,
Why can’t you stay?
Why is my silence never heard?
I promise my love to you,
You know the song that’s in my heart,
Above the clouds, the skies are blue,
Don’t wrench our stars apart.
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