Repetitive Ideas

Round the hill of lost love, winds the river of lust on the coast of this loss crashed an ocean of trust in the hour of truth, not one second was worth rusting away, in satirical birth which spread through our veins, and consumed all that's pure like a sickness of mind, only I will endure. to breath and to feel, and to soak in the fury the mind that seeks refuge as another one hurried not finding success, we'll wish to rewind to see all the dreams we wish we would find but now that our choices are already made hope that these thoughts, bring you back just a day. the soul who will cherish, and fight for your envy is the one who will let all your troubled thoughts carry the hardships, and pain, and earned misery that life has provided, who trusts not in me. the singular truth that one just might fathom is a share of ones life, who's love can't take part in. whether they hear, the words honestly my bind to her lives, unconditionally.