she'd be the fool, same when i was with you
with my friends where i talk shit about you,
as they cried with me so did with you too
that's because they were your friends too
feels like I'm wasting our honor.
keep looking at my portrait darling,
the one you hang in me
but im just another poet my baby,
and you're just another beast.
This coming winter is cold but enchanting
you were just my love's sapling
but im just another poet darling,
one of the million's tree.