This Burden

Can someone bear this burden?
That's how the story ends...
Don't tell me your cherry - soaked poems
Keep it by yourself
Spare me your falsehood and avert your dark brown eyes
Your shine perishes
No more need to glare
Can't watch them any longer
They sell honeysuckle lies
Your shine parishes
No more need to glare
I cut you off
I cut me off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free
I cut you off
I cut me off
I cut you off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free
And the world knows better...
The old one praise: Sadness and gladness succeed each other
I say: Scratch a lover and find a foe
I had my share of both but how was I supposed to know?
I say: Scratch a lover and find a foe
I cut you off
I cut me off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free
I cut you off
I cut me off
I cut you off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free
I cut you off
I cut me off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free
I cut you off
I cut me off
I cut you off
Though I can hardly see
Now I'm running free