Some Variations Apply
In the perfect diagram of a circle,
One side is mine alone.
Too many offerings have passed the solice,
An empty grave of the soul.
Once I laied you down,
And kissed you where you went.
One perfect day of opportunity,
One year of in well-spent.
A month of closed-in agony,
My pain too much to bear.
But you healed what you once tore to shreads,
At when I wernt prepared.
I'm gone now, don't be alrmed,
You will always find safety in my arms.
One side is mine alone.
Too many offerings have passed the solice,
An empty grave of the soul.
Once I laied you down,
And kissed you where you went.
One perfect day of opportunity,
One year of in well-spent.
A month of closed-in agony,
My pain too much to bear.
But you healed what you once tore to shreads,
At when I wernt prepared.
I'm gone now, don't be alrmed,
You will always find safety in my arms.