Play song and enjoy.
I look at the moon.
So beautiful and bright.
I met my lover at noon.
They were a beautiful site.
We dance and dance.
I have a drop of blood.
Everyone stands in a shocked stance.
Emotions start to become a flood.
I run away as everyone chases.
A deadly game of hide and seek.
This answers every unsolved case.
As this happens every week.
I run the opposite way I came.
They haven't spotted me yet.
Sometimes this gets lame.
I drink all of the blood I can get.
I keep her in her room.
Once I leave the house I'm burned at the stake.
Everyone thought my love was facing her doom.
This was a risk I'm willing to make.
I leave my house.
My foot trips on a branch.
I was as quiet as a mouse.
I was dragged by the village and burned at a ranch.
My lover comes rushing.
They stabbed me in the arm.
The blood starts gushing.
Why did they cause us harm?
I survive for another day.
I want this to stop.
My lover sees me walk away.
I sit on a hill at the top.
My dress being covered in blood red.
My lover carries me to the cleaned bedding.
If I wasn't dead.
I want to go to our wedding.
I got to be my lover's wife.
We have to move fast.
I thank her for saving my life.
Both of us run afraid for who is gonna last.
I carry my lover to a bay.
I run faster than ever.
They will pay.
But we will last forever.
I remember my all of my cousin's deaths by slaughter.
I visit their grave.
I also remember they all had a daughter.
Some managed to save.
My lover smiles at the third.
We say goodbye and head to our new house.
In the sky we see a bird.
We have to be as sneaky as a mouse.
I remember all of my past lives.
Sadness washes over.
As I remember all of my past wives.
My lover gives me a four leaf clover.
We head to my second past lives house and move in.
I meet rude people who tried to kill.
Why do they call me a walking sin.
If they are the ones who are mentally ill?
We moved back to our old place.
I cry as I see it had been burned.
I am dressed in my lace.
As we look at our house concerned.
We run away to the first past life's house.
The people are nice.
We are as quiet as a mouse.
And they are trying to slice.
My lover remembers as well.
We are crying.
As one of us fell.
And the other is lying.
My lover shouts to call over the village.
They come running and see me.
They think I'm trying to pillage.
Why won't they let me be.
I drop my wedding rings and run away.
I hit my head and fall down a well.
I cry as this is the place I stay.
As there is no one to tell.
My story is always the same.
I always die and it doesn't matter how long you live.
After a while it gets lame.
There is no more lives to give.
My lover laughs as she remembers her other selves.
I can't go to the land of white.
My lover's organs are now on shelves.
It isn't a beautiful site.
After the years I'm slowly left to rot.
As I can never return.
This is all I got.
And now I'm in an Urn.
