For if our bodies aren’t our own, And justice isn’t ours, And our love is just a sin, And voices by the people Are no longer for the people, What have we left to lose?
And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.
I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.
It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.
But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips.
But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.
There's no one to mourn for a life that love stole.
How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.
They think thee mad? I'll show thou mad, my lord.
So I'll be your queen if you'll be my king, My knight to defend my claimed heart. I need no crown, just your last name and a ring And the promise you'll never depart.
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne.
Some men call her cyanide For she'll cause and take your pain. To others she's the devil Or the quest for true love's bane, And, to those less lucky, She's called their ball and chain.
