Penning down my heart on a piece of paper
When I first met you,
you believe it or not,
but it was like a dream come true.
Getting out of my past was so hard,
but then you came and I loved you, I thought,
till the death takes us apart.
Little by little the remnants of my past,
stabbed in your back and you questioned,
will it ever last?
Truths were really full of deception?
or the fact you felt daunted,
snatched away your perception?
Mesmerizing pretty lies,
few were yours and few were mine, asking,
does true love ever dies?