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when doves cry
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The lovely dovely I ran to destruction and away from the truth
I took shelter in the blood on foreign hands
My poor heart didn't want to find any proof
of what I left behind, my tender soul just ran
Every now and then i can see the stain of regret
it wasn't easy, and just so hard to forget
Though I bled each day on this path I took
My hate and love is was wriiten in the books
Destruction at my own hands is what I plead
The truth was deeply hidden with my needs
But I set out to do what I thought was right
abd now a world of regrets is what my heart fights
Close your eyes and see me for who I am
don't hate me for the choices I thought were right
If I could do it again, I hope you understand
The devils path I would certainly fight
