roses symbol of the beauty of love and moments of doubt
everything as if in its place and yet not tact
happiness favors love dies like a thief
Someone's answering the telephone that it's over.
The planet around the small table enjoyed what killed you.
I hide my thoughts I pray for my household to last for a fewer years
The evil hatred erstwhile things slip up and words hurt and heal
Everything flows and we're lost somewhere between the lines.
This joy in beauty we are not eternal here remember
There's a unusual state of the planet erstwhile you fight
