Whose love is that? I guess I know.
Its owner is quite blue though.
What a tale, so bittersweet,
I watch her frown, and she cries sigh.
Its owner is quite blue though.
What a tale, so bittersweet,
I watch her frown, and she cries sigh.
She gives her love a rake,
And grieve until the tears break.
Because of a man so handsomely make,
break her heart crack.
And grieve until the tears break.
Because of a man so handsomely make,
break her heart crack.
The love is excessive, bittersweet and deep,
But she promises to keep,
Even if the love were very steep.
She lies in the cloud of misery and weep.
But she promises to keep,
Even if the love were very steep.
She lies in the cloud of misery and weep.
She wakes from the cloud of misery,
With an endless broken love in her,
She still needs to live for she’s not dead yet,
Living the life with never-ending dread.
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