Lost Lover

Edged as a knife

Edged as a knife, or even sharp

Your words pierce off the ticker

A hopeless dream on an ending road

That has no more to fear

Whatever I say, make an aubade

But what you comprise is a serenade

When I'm still there, waiting at the door

You go for the unrequited lover

And what should I do?

Should I move on like you

But creeps in always a fear

You may suffer the wounds and feel the pain

And need me to nurse the lesions

I try to cure the perversion assorted in your heart

You instead give back a bruise and gash

My restrains break and fill a rage

I blow a hand against your chest

Edged as a knife, or even sharp

My movement make you quiver in pain

You plunge and gaze in my dim lit eyes

Filled with dismay and an affliction

The one I withstood for to care

And one I thought was everything

I gave him a tear which hurt on the heart

Edged as a knife, or even sharp