Myrna
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You saw my face,
You cry my tears
You put a hand upon my fears.
But, what is this love?
What is this armor?
Is this our fate to live apart?
and we lye and we fake
but we never, never gave the best.
The best
Our love, our shame,
The better part of this entire end.
This lovely end, that we fake forget
This harmly affair, that we must forgive
This painful thought, that I must live with.
But this is it, this is then,
This is you, and this is myself.
My truth, my pain,
My lonely being way.
But the way you love,
The way you feel,
The way all the sounds touch your ears,
And all the ways Ive wiped your tears.
Your fear is a big lye that I cannot unmatch with my arms,
My love is a tired heart that sooner or later will stop cry.
We lose and well see,
´Cause this life is not over
and this love has not already been heard.:::wub:::
You cry my tears
You put a hand upon my fears.
But, what is this love?
What is this armor?
Is this our fate to live apart?
and we lye and we fake
but we never, never gave the best.
The best
Our love, our shame,
The better part of this entire end.
This lovely end, that we fake forget
This harmly affair, that we must forgive
This painful thought, that I must live with.
But this is it, this is then,
This is you, and this is myself.
My truth, my pain,
My lonely being way.
But the way you love,
The way you feel,
The way all the sounds touch your ears,
And all the ways Ive wiped your tears.
Your fear is a big lye that I cannot unmatch with my arms,
My love is a tired heart that sooner or later will stop cry.
We lose and well see,
´Cause this life is not over
and this love has not already been heard.:::wub:::
