Indulgence of words and captivating hate
My muse of song and a blind eye
Unseeingly shivers with God?s fate
The wrong bed I itch to lie
My muse of song and a blind eye
Pessimistic past of wrongs much hushed
The wrong bed I itch to lie
A uncovered love cannot be rushed
Pessimistic past of wrongs much hushed
Hand outstretched, to push, to take
A love uncovered cannot be rushed
Silenced is he, this much is fake
Hand outstretched, to push, to take
Fallen again with tongue-tied truths
Silenced is he, this much is fake
Passionate is life, ruinous is youth
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