A Final TeardropCountless nights I cried, thinking of way to forget you; Being hurt cannot be denied, because you have changed my life. I never realized earlier, that loving you was a big mistake. Spending my time for you was unfair; Waking up from this foolishness came just to be late. Is it right to love someone like you, who touched my heart so true; But what are these tears for? Are they for you who hurt me more? A teardrop of happiness that thought me how to lie, Tears of loneliness that made me cry. Some say "thats's the way life goes", Some will hurt and love you. Who knows? But there's one thing I want to give up. For you I'll give this, "MY FINAL TEARDROP" |
Love is my SinLove is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied! |