Can the devil reside in those sparkling blue eyes?
Can your empty truths be telling me lies?
Can this love be real, when I can see in your soul,
that all our diamonds have turned to coal?
Your breath, so warm and soft, it tears me apart.
Your voice, strong and gentle, cuts to my heart.
Love is just another four letter word,
as fleeting to you as a summer bird.
So why proclaim yourself falsely? Why destroy
what you once loved so fondly? Am I only a toy?
Can any love be left in the hearts of the dead?
Can any truth be found within this tangle of web?
Can I find what once lay behind those sparkling eyes?
A truth that once mattered more than the lies.
Can your empty truths be telling me lies?
Can this love be real, when I can see in your soul,
that all our diamonds have turned to coal?
Your breath, so warm and soft, it tears me apart.
Your voice, strong and gentle, cuts to my heart.
Love is just another four letter word,
as fleeting to you as a summer bird.
So why proclaim yourself falsely? Why destroy
what you once loved so fondly? Am I only a toy?
Can any love be left in the hearts of the dead?
Can any truth be found within this tangle of web?
Can I find what once lay behind those sparkling eyes?
A truth that once mattered more than the lies.
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