The Truth

Her arms are open,
for trust to be thrown in,
her lips are frozen,
for the pain to be reconciled,
to be broken,
her eyes are thunders,
for you to come,
her voice is so sweet,
but dont you forget the rose.

No matter how bad you want,
how much you crave for,
dont ever let you desires to,
make you a monster.

Her mouth is luring,
for the answers to be told,
her singing is draining,
the power to resist,
to hold on.

Maybe once you wake up,
and revenge will be all that you want,
but dont ever let your desire to make you a monster,
because the finest threat lies hidden inside of the heart of yours.

The truth is priceless,
how much would you offer to know,
what do you want the most,
beware, dont ever let your own wolfs to devour your love for life,
once in time,
sooner or later,
the truth shall be revealed for all of us,
but dont ever let your desires to make you a monster.

Her arms are open,
for trust to be thrown in,
her lips are frozen,
for the pain to be reconciled,
to be broken,
her eyes are thunders,
for you to come,
her voice is so sweat,
but dont you forget the rose.

Worship your lover,
to never need to say you are sorry,
love your lover,
to feed your passion with glory,
and when you are lonely,
they will be lonely as well as you,
thats when you know that they always tell the truth.