Painful
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
No that’s not the way
Shakespeare walked and tumbled his own road
Walked by far longer than once oak
But who am I to fall behind
I’m merely a shadow to you, or else you’re blind
With passion for love and love for passion
I once killed my own ambition
But that was my decision
Like the cat licks his own wounds so do I
I’m not the one who lies down to die
If you break my heart or rip my mind
I will not fall behind
If I would compare you I would say to you
Shall I Compare Thee to a painful death? It’s true
No that’s not the way
Shakespeare walked and tumbled his own road
Walked by far longer than once oak
But who am I to fall behind
I’m merely a shadow to you, or else you’re blind
With passion for love and love for passion
I once killed my own ambition
But that was my decision
Like the cat licks his own wounds so do I
I’m not the one who lies down to die
If you break my heart or rip my mind
I will not fall behind
If I would compare you I would say to you
Shall I Compare Thee to a painful death? It’s true