We sang the songs of sorrow
And danced to the mournful tune
Where did the promise go
To hold and to keep?
Life is but a motion
Since you left without a word
I gave you my heart in worship
You threw it back in pieces
I gave you my love freely
You accepted it without passion
Now the reality is obvious
The past was placed on the altar of worship
I am caught in the turbulence of love
The pang of pain is potent
My heart, trapped in the sham of love
Mourning the phoney love
I am like a ship without the rudder
Sinking in the turbulence of love.
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