Now I see it clearly
Clay from the diaries
Pages of life as dailies
Pages of night as daily
I see the phantom rubbish
When you desert her
She weeps from her heart
The bitterness in her soul like darts
Prayers of a broken heart
Calls karma to a plight
The player in you swells
While your oil of flattery gels
All seems well
In love...All is fair
When she breaks his heart
He still waits for her all night
Thinking all will soon be right
She is deceived...All will be alright
With this heart he waits
When she breaks her nails
She remembers all the hell
She went through with her ears
Every memory meets anger for the day
He has moved! But she still love his hair!
I see it clearly now
When karma mixes up their drinks
When they all thought they've left the jinx
Amongst male-minx
All that 'glitters' doesn't bling!
When she thought the coast is clear
It began to rain
The rain drains
The drench sublime in stench
Karma now speaks french
Lovers and their bitter prayers
Those nights when temper flares
Quick bitter prayers, fierce glares
Soon become his greatest snares
Though both of you are separated
Those prayers that were generated
The dark bitter hurt stands accelerated
When the feelings die...The prayers stay agitated
Before you close every opened door
This should be your lore
Sit together and resolve every flaw
Every hurt...Every promised chore
If you can't refine the ore
Those bitter angry prayers haunt
Before you walk out the door
Leave all the hurt
The pain that won't go away
The voices that haunt your day
Never leave any soul for karma shoel
I see it clearly now
Those things that needs a brow
Before you take your bow
Do it with dignity and a tie.
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