Why wills the sun
Choose to rise in your eyes
And the moon wants to go to sleep
When you close your eyes
Why do the birds
Keep quite when you sing
And the bee buzzed less when you speak
Why will beauty cease
When you walk in
And loves feel so real
When you are around
Why will other ladies keep looking at you?
When you are one of them
And all guys want to become your best friend
When we both know what they want
Why will you love me this much?
Yet you still choose to lie with other men
Why will you beg?
When I’ve let go
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