Why did you lie to me mother,
Telling me stories about the
Everlasting love and happily ever after?
The world does not need to be flattered,
Round and round it goes,
And glows in vanity.
The truth, if found,
Should not be altered.
Why did you lie to me?
Why did you set me up
For disappointment?
Yes, there are flowers blooming
Sparkled and moistened
Smiling up to the sun,
It feeds them with a premature death.
Money and wealth,
Run, baby, run!
Is there a heaven?
Faded,
Hurt,
And gone with the wind
Are all of my dreams.
There is an art in a pain I bear:
Continuously proving wrong my unconscious,
I am anxious to dilute my delusions
Into the tears,
My heart fears of the unknown,
I have pre-mourned
Every tomorrow blurred with a sorrow.
Still, I am fine somehow, but:
Love is not a light of the mankind.
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