Maybe
I should have stopped
Maybe
I would have been glad to give away
Maybe
I needn't have said sorry
Now there's no life in pride
and there can be no existing in gold
all these jewels are cobwebs
and I'm the insects they bind
and these diamond are forever, compromised
for they are bones that only lie.
So, if I say my sorry
can you tell me where my soul went?
She got up on a bus and left yesterday
He also took the train as he loved me no more
because my psyche thought fortune was a tip on a dream
but dreams as foolish beings
they mislead reality.
So I plead her to love me once more
So I plead with him to not go
but he said he is just not real
and she says she wants to live
because my life is no more.
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