I’d jump the mountains;
I’d bring the moon
For our simple love;
can flower to bloom
Hang the moon
– cross the seas
Forgive not
– you’re begging pleas
no sympathy of my bleeding heart
As I fall from the mountains
as we break apart
When I dropped the moon
you cried fake love, no bloom
As I drowned the seas
fade your pathetic pleas
As your heart bled
I mended nothing
As you cried your weakness
I did nothing
When you faked our love
I felt nothing
When you tried mercy
I forgave nothing
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