|{I painted you
In colors of nights apart,
And with my greedy heart
I tainted you.
I drew you
A picture of quiet rage
And in this abysmal trade
I threw you.
I claim you
For mostly which is worse
And while you live this curse
I blame you.
I bereave you
Just wait for the light
And lover, love the fright
while I grieve you.}
In colors of nights apart,
And with my greedy heart
I tainted you.
I drew you
A picture of quiet rage
And in this abysmal trade
I threw you.
I claim you
For mostly which is worse
And while you live this curse
I blame you.
I bereave you
Just wait for the light
And lover, love the fright
while I grieve you.}
