When all lies become truths
Hurts and pains become the fruit
Eyes shed endless tears
Forgetting takes years
Counting the days that passed by
Living is never easy as love die
Scars grief deep down the soul
Heart can never be in whole
Blinded by the light of sorrow
Like it was chasing tomorrow
Everything is not right
Suffering is so bright
Dreaming becomes nightmare
No chance for love to dare
It is the heart’s last romance
Breaking it into the last dance
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