I whispered my heart on fire so hot
I could not find the love that I forgot
I deepen my love to get to you
My heart is broke but I have a glue
Your meloncholy love has descended on me
You make me feel so miserable and yet you can't see
I carved my love story in the sand
Waves washed it away right from my hand
Yet I'm burning in your coldness with desire
And I am freezing in my own heart of hot fire
Call yourself beauty queen of lies
You have become the tears of my eyes
Now that it's over I know why I cried
Your lovely lies, you so not tried to hide
Help me decide if my love will burn out before you can breathe
Your lovely words of sympathy I do need
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