[bad word] and taste, the sweet sense of sorrow
Reach and feel. the bitter taste of tomorrow
Maybe then, I’ll be there again
Like an autumn leaf, waiting for a final wind.
Why can’t you see, what you’ve done to me
It’s not pleasure or pain, but somehow I feel insane
I sit and talk to God, he tells me he loves me a lot
But love can turn to hate when promises are delayed…