Heart by 12012
In the palm of my hand I delicately grasp this wounded
heart. Instead of throwing it away, I protect it
The hungry ghost walks as the hypocrite turned on by
desire
Trembling, I fear the reality that is sure to exist as
it steps closer
Tomorrow only a lifeless wind will blow, and I値l be
the jesting clown, only playing the fool
GAME OVER GAME OVER Does it begin from here? Does it
end here?
GAME OVER GAME OVER The wound hits steadily, deeply,
deeply
It's a showtime, tonight all I can sense is your sweet
smell
Every day crying crying crying crying laughing, of
course, it痴 only an evil scheme
An end will come to my withering tears and the wound in
my heart
This heart, embracing embracing embracing embracing in
a kiss
Tomorrow you will return honey
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