seasons go by
flowers bloom and flowers die
hold me in your arms tonight
whisper me that everything is fine
caught red handed
broken hearts needs to be breaded
one plus one equals two
tell me i'm not in the mood
triangle is what i see
double crossed is what i feel
pull me in and out
i don't need to shout
day and night two different lovebugs
competing against a fallen leave
one goes in and one goes out
oh it is time to grieve
forgiveness not taken seriously
loop this around in a cycle
a second chance had been used freely
stabbed her in the back with an icicle
satisfaction gives resurrection
curiosity gives information
together times 2 thus we wait in vain
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