
You’d cry for all those wasted pains.
Thanks to you, my colors fade,
You’d weep the branches I betrayed.
You called me close, pulled me in tight,
I burned and fell into your light.
For fickle blooms I broke and crushed,
You’d cry the roses turned to dust.
I called fire water, knowing well,
My foolish heart under your spell.
Romeo’s luck, a thousand times,
You’d cry the deserts where I died.
You called me close, pulled me in tight,
I burned and fell into your light.
For fickle blooms I broke and crushed,
You’d cry the roses turned to dust.
I hid my pain, my secret fights,
Kept silent through the lonely nights.
Tried to hide the tears I cried,
You’d cry the roads I left behind.
Outcasts tested all my might,
Some called me crazy, lost in night.
Drunkards cursed and mocked my name,
You’d cry the tongues that fed the flame.
Philosophy’s for the mad and worn,
Seeking comfort in the scorn.
A glass of wine in tavern’s haze,
You’d cry the state I lost in days.