The waves of love are unsteady and cool
They’ve often hit me to the ground...
The flames of passion turn intellectuals into fools
And there’s no warning screaming loud...
Our hearts are hopeless when it comes to love
But in truth; were are to blame
For it is us, the fools, who fail to run
When we have tracked down certain shame
The sky of pain is endless and growing
Beyond the hopes we try to keep..
And even the answers to all of our questions
Are the wrongs ones that make us weep...
They do no know what we are thinking of
And to be honest, why should they care?
For sometimes we let ourselves fall completely
When a lack of love fills up the air...
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