But Why Should he?
Engrave my words in your heart and place them on your tombstone
love arose in the morning like the marrow in my bone.
Thick is my blood, dark is the night, that morning never came
study me like a playbook because you know we playing the same game.
Hate arises when I awake
take a step you must not take.
Call yourself truth but a secert still lies
one angry heart grows and that new life still dies.
Correct my ways but mistaken are yours
that those eyes do watch behind those closed doors.
Flowers bring joy to mothers but death brings guilt to me
I've replaced the unknown, he that has no memory.
Cast the 1st stone that your heart is still dry
hold back in silence but behold that new life still crys.
yes I am angry but what love has loved me?
put on some clothes but what clothes has clothed me?
Who have you loved that hasn't loved thee?
I would die for your love but why should he?
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