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In the end
I'll never truly understand,
Why you chose oblivion,
For the love that coulda saved us in,
The end.
They say that every rose it has its thorns,
But I dont want to cry no more,
Maybe he'll come back some day,
Biding time to find a way,
Back home.
No love without hate,
We all shared in his fate,
When angels die,
Do the devils cry.
How could you do the things you do,
A gentle heart is broke in two,
I never want to love again,
I begged you not to do this thing,
It's not ok,
There was another way,
He had no days,
You coulda let him stay.
no love without hate,
we all share that fate,
when angels die,
do the devils cry?
If I cant have him in this world,
Maybe in the next,
Maybe in the end.
