Perhaps
It seems to me today I’m boring,
Perhaps, I’m lonely, yes, anew,
Love plays piano, sky is dawning
Over this wicked love for you.
There is no hope for happy ending
I have no pity for the all
Your breath can’t warm and I am sending
In Heaven my exhausted call.
I guess I won’t weep in my dwelling
Perhaps, I’m gonna change myself
I’m gonna spend this time I’m telling
For the paint and covers without wealth.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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