Release me from all my filthy chains,
And tell me, "Dear, it wasn't all in vain."
-Maybe love won't cure my heart,
Rather, my love would tear me apart,
And kill me, as our hearts depart.
-Maybe love will one day come to me,
And like a little bougainvillea, she would set me free,
From my little prison, made out from my own fears,
Which has blinded me, from the unseen tears.
-Maybe love will one day drive me mad,
And my dying tears will be crimson red,
And I will perceive nothing no more, for I'll be dead,
The malaise of love, it stabs me to death.
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