Bittersweet
Bill Jennings
I'm giving up the ghost of love
And a shadow is cast on devotion.
She's the one that I adore
Qween of my silent suffocation.
Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.
Bittersweet.
I won't give up; I'm possessed by her.
I'm bearing a cross; she turned into my curse.
Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny,
Bittersweet, I want you (how I wanted you)
And I need you ( how I needed you)
Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.
Break this bittersweet spell on me,
Lost in the arms of destiny.
Bittersweet.
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