Ishan Chaitanya

(04 Jan 1970 / Motala, Sweden)

Beauty's a Prison


Beauty’s a prison when love is gone
No matter which way you turn
Forget the freedom you once won

The window landscape’s no more fun
The TV still goes on to burn
Beauty’s a prison when love is gone

Time for bitter tears to run
You chill a glass of bitter spurn
Forget the freedom you once won

The sights have faded, the day is done
You go to bed to toss and turn
Beauty is a prison when love is gone

Beauty is a prison when love is gone
Forget the freedom you once won

Submitted: Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Edited: Thursday, September 02, 2010

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