After she took all the anti-strife is
when he sailed through air.
When she took her lovers life, she
flew him down the stairs.
Misery sent to the corner of sin,
Hides the sickly sight.
Covering self with the tiniest arm,
trying with all her might.
As she died, she pushed the prickly warm inside.
That's harming internally.
First she took some anti-strife
then she felled some chairs,
Then she took her lover's life,
She flew him down the stairs
He flew up and he hit the ground after
he sailed through air for a term
Misery sent to the corner of sin,
Hides the sickly sight
Hiding herself with the tiniest arm,
Trying with all her might
As she died, she pushed the
prickly warm inside.
That harms me internally
No chance to say how I loved her and
she forced my dream away forever