Burned by the utmost fire
Of rotten desire,
I find myself in awe.
The pain of a liar
As if by some divine design,
I clearly give up on things, it seems
Because life has given me its only sign,
Of ridding me of my solemn dreams.
Was it I that rued to blame
Yet remained in denial?
Yes, I have loved with love
that was more than love
more than love,
Drove myself mad with this love
If I fall along the way,
Would You be right here to stay,
Would You help me with my broken heart,
To sow it back after it was torn apart,