The heartagrams on our skin
Are scars of our love.
The love is always be the sin,
And discipline from above.
The scars of love on our hearts,
Are made to give the pain.
And everything we do apart,
Ain’t shelter from the rain.
The love will be as cruel as blade,
And our hearts are cut by love,
And our souls, they lose the faith.
Oh! And every way we take is fall.
The handsome guy and lovely girl, we are.
But our love just separates our souls.
And every single step we take,
It’s just another cruel fake
And deeper scar on our faith.
The scars of love on our blood,
They bleed like bloody rain.
And less we close our hearts,
Cause there’s no shelter from the pain.
The heartagrams on our hearts
Are scars of our faith.
The love is always be so hard
And painful cruel fake.
The scars of love on our hearts,
Are made to give the pain.
And everything we do apart,
Ain’t shelter from the rain.
The heartagrams on our skin
Are scars of our love.
The love is always be the sin,
And discipline from above.