Keep on walking, dear
Walk your own path
And I'll live my life without fear.
Life has been nothing
But make believe and pretending
Let's be true to each other
Take off the masks
Make them burn brighter
One last time
Before being left on our own.
Without me, without you
Will love ever be true?
Juliet is dead
There's nothing left to do
Nothing has been left unsaid
Love is dead
What else do you want me to tell you?
I'm tired of playing
With you it's the real me, the real thing
You're the one who wasn't so true
But you're the only one I never lied to.
Without me, without you
Love doesn't feel so true...
Juliet is dead
There's nothing left to do
Nothing has been left unsaid
Love is dead
I don't want to talk to you.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Dreams
詩歌A compilation of poems I wrote by night, when my demons come out to play. A compilation of poem that I improve during the day. Welcome in my head. P.S. Some will be French version that I will adapt to English. Those will take longer to publish.
