Swayed by your words that lied to me
they were made by your tongue? how can that be
your lips that were made wholly of roses
should've seen those thorns, couldn't forget this
This poem of broken rhymes
the way i listened to your white lies
then slept through your late cries
wept through till something dies
When you asked me to dance and i said dancing is a dangerous game
we were drunk in love but that's when the tragedy came
late when i realized, already a piece in your mischievous game
Now that we are dancing but it just doesn't feel the same.
The dead man's hands were buried here
in our sacred ground that built my fears
you became the rose built full of thorns,
left me behind with the self i honed.
Those noises that blinded my ears
I suffered in those 15 years
i shed those 15 million tears
on someone who hasn't shed but none