The fickle love that bites you.
Where to begin my great search in despair?
Where is it that I lost my virgin heart?
Turn to you, probe deep your eyes, do I dare?
Tread lightly I must, and make it an art
Some days ago I bestowed a great gem
What you have done with it, I am concerned
I fear of what you might do before them
Run I must, lest I remain and get burned
You showed the world and cried to them to jest
My eyes leaked tears as their salt scorched my lips
Innocent was I when I gave my best
Your shadow trumped my light like an eclipse
Master of many facades when you claim
Life after life you touch, never the same