On my knees I prayed for Cupid
And for a while he left me in my bliss
Now I look in the mirror and my eyes bleed
A pool of tears and my heart seethes.
Love is unforgiving, absent the subtle touch of desire.
And the beat of my heart is set to fire.
Yet every time I try to live in infatuation's perpetuated perfection.
Never does happiness become the humble word of mention.
So I end up melancholy's recurring patient.
The strings of my soul, handcuffed to the hazards of damnation.
An eternity intertwined, tethered romance.
A fate of simple presentation that emerges itself as if to be a silent orchestra.
On a road unfound.
Drumming forever on it's bittersweet sound.
Reminding me of what used to be.
And I can't seem to find the one that replaces your memory.
What is lost to the broken of once great empire,
Lays a ruined mass of a truthful liar.
Feeding my soul the secrets of your past.
Now stands an ancient hourglass.
Bringing us closer, was I fool to think that love could ever last?
The legacy of love's lies, because your memory never dies.