• cursed_melody 10w


    To your strange love, Oh life,
    I have no complaint!
    You make me two-faced---
    A sinner and a saint.

    You make me trade every breath
    For a smile or a tear,
    No matter how hard I try
    Dreams never come near.

    Happiness shears the tears I saved
    For dear one's last rite,
    Days forbid to live on dreams
    And nights never shine bright.

    To your strange love, dear life,
    I have no complaint,
    You are a hueless picture
    That I'm bound to paint.