Bumble bee, nursing on that flower
The sting comes with sweet honey that overpowers
The doubt, the fear, the uncertainty
That comes by the second, the moment, the hour
Why do rainbows only show amidst storms?
Happy, lovely hues leave the dark sky torn
Does it not feel shamed, smiling, unique
While the rest of the heavens seem so forlorn?
White lie of a dozen, sticks out like a tack
How could you even think about looking back at that
Two-faced liar that
Replaced you in spite of
That love, that devotion, that look in your eye
That screamed, every emotion was only a lie
Satellites flicker in the dark abyss
White dwarfs and novas... Not one could be missed
'Til the clouds hover to intercept the view
Innocently, parting you from moonlit bliss
The morning glory shows its timid face
Before dawn; before the sun yawns and wakes
It flaunts with the doves, delights in the coos
Yet, come afternoon its beauty is replaced
White lie of a hundred, not seen through the black
How could you even think about turning back to the
Two-faced liar that
Replaced you in spite of
That love, that devotion, that look in your eye
That screamed, every emotion was only a lie
That broken mirror through hurt, pain and fear
That hate, that passion, that ungrateful sigh
(Whispered,) every kiss on the mouth was another goodbye
And that glass in your fist, your head in a daze
Every minute was a risk you were willing to take
You never questioned what was past that gaze
Never knew how much pain you could take
Never guessed how easy this would break...
The one white sheep in the field of black
Would rather graze alone than turn and be attacked
The white lie of the moment...
Two-faced liar
Replaced you in spite of
That love, that devotion, that look in your eye
That screamed, every emotion was only a lie
That broken mirror through hurt, pain and fear
That hate, that passion, that ungrateful sigh
(Whispered,) every kiss on the mouth was another goodbye
Every kiss on the mouth was another goodbye
Screamed, every emotion was only a lie
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YOUMACON 2010 anyone? ;3
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~and every which way~