Forgive me,
I know I wrote so much,
Don't blame,
If with our past I'm still in touch…
Don't think I'm pleased to play this role,
Huh, of a victim waiting in vain for an undue court…
Forgive me,
For all the things you've heard,
Don't blame me,
If I'm no longer able to write a delighted word,
Don't think I don't longer have the need,
But crack, wine, and you mixed to cigarettes and weed…
Whatever you heard about me is so true,
Since we're apart I'm feeling more and more blue…
Still grinding like a beast instead of making a holy love to you…
Motions so exciting but feelings are untrue…
Don't think that I'm doing the same things I've done…
When you and I, in my Purple room, when all inhibitions were gone…
The night when stars fall,
When you sleep and I don't close my eyes at all,
I handle my crystal ball,
As I have no one to hug, not even someone to call,
So I wonder,
It sounds like rain and thunder,
It scares every flying Pink Dove,
This is the eternal echo of a dying love…
