You know that it saddens me Those love tales of passion and truth What is truth Truth is nothing but lying words wrapped in candor You were lying words wrapped in roses Pretty prickling roses that gleamed with disaster I reached in the bag, and grabbed you Picked you specifically, for everything you were and are Mistaken I was, or was I For this pain is the utmost incredible I’ve ever known It seems to complete that barrenness in my heart But where are you now Where could I find you tomorrow Wil
