WHY DOTH THEE HAVE TO GO?
WHY DOTH I HAVE TO SLAY MYSELF?
A BLUNT KNIFE WONT HEAL MY HEART
WHY DOTH THEE HAVE TO GO?
WHY THE SUN DOTH HIDES IN CLOUDS?
WHY DOTH THE MOON CRIES AS DEW?
A MOIST EYE WIPED WITH ACID RAIN.
WHY THE SUN DOTH HIDES IN CLOUDS?
WHY DOTH THEE ANSWER MY QUESTION?
IS IT I CRY? THE ANSWER THEE HAVE FOR ME.
A LIFE SACRIFICED TO ENDULDGE YOUR ONE.
WHY DOTH THEE SOAK UP YOUR EYES?
CAN THEE PROTECT THY HAPPINESS?
IF I’M SIX FEET UNDER GROUND,
CAN THEE SMILE LIKE YOU USED TO BE?
WHY DOTH THEE BE AS THEE USED TO BE?
DON’T SMILE TO HIDE YOUR TEARS.
SMILE TO HIDE MY PAIN,
LAUGH TO HELP ME SMILE,
IMPOISONED ME TO SLOWLY TO DEATH
SO THOU HAPPINESS REMAINS ETERNAL
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU IN THE STARS
MAY IT TAKE A MILLION YEARS
I’LL BE PATIENT, I’LL WAIT PATIENTLY
SOMEDAY ONCE IN A MILLION YEARS
I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND AND SAY,
“I GOT WHAT I DESERVE, OR MAY BE
I DESERVE WHAT I GOT”
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