I must apologize, my dear
For trying to spit out the taste
But it just won't leave, it's stuck to me
like a metal and cough sryup paste
I'm afraid I'd never make you happy.
Every kiss would turn to ash.
Because there's no allure in me,
not in dilapidated trash.
You are the star of the show
The shining light they seek
but we're still just actors here
our performance is just plain weak
Run to the skies
Spread your wings if you must
I'll just let you know, love
this wasn't ever lust.
