Love
Love
Love is just a concept, but it may cover a feeling, oh harm!
Oh, oh! How I hate that word, love. The word love is a disgusting word
I didn't have love, because whoever ran over me became my life
This woman took my life, I became a hell dweller, my life is purgatory, my breath is fiery
But I'm alive, devil farms give me home, beautiful places, life here is pleasant.
I'm a forest wanderer, just a wandering soul, I have no home, my love has put (me) to sleep
Love doesn't exist, I only hoped for love, nothing more than an evil illusion
I have no life, my life was killed by an English woman, death circles and dances around me
I don't live my life anymore
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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