The night will turn grey,
Lips tell twisted words to Brew laughters from within.
Hearts so brave walking on known sharper blades of love.
Until the day they'll be ripped to never breathe commonly.
Sing me a beautiful song now
Paint my soul in words
Let my emotions dance to their rythms
The flow is ecstacy, I'm tied to the moment
It's long cherished
Angry men hate love recitals
Whoever walked on their feelings killed the spirit
They act tough but broken
You listen to their egoful disgust
She might have fooled a brother
Now, he believes it doesn't exist
Nobody can blame him
It's just a street where every heart is been
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