I spoke once,
I spoke twice.
Now I speak no more.
Decieved to be recieved,
And again betrayed evermore.
To think once,
To think twice,
To contemplate evermore,
Why one says,
That which condems,
The heart forever more.
Now the truth is seen as a lie,
Which will always cause,
Love to die.
I spoke twice.
Now I speak no more.
Decieved to be recieved,
And again betrayed evermore.
To think once,
To think twice,
To contemplate evermore,
Why one says,
That which condems,
The heart forever more.
Now the truth is seen as a lie,
Which will always cause,
Love to die.
Life is no more than sorrow.
A pitiful tale that weeps.
In sight we see,
And sound we hear,
Yet the character of others aren't seen.
A woe that is now weaved,
And forever precieved.
A pitiful tale that weeps.
In sight we see,
And sound we hear,
Yet the character of others aren't seen.
A woe that is now weaved,
And forever precieved.
