Gentlemen

It's okay, my love There's no need to cry To spare the tears For another time, for another life Somethings are better left unsaid But now's the time to let it out And free the thoughts locked inside your head These so called "gentlemen" get away The flowers have been plucked and set ablaze, set ablaze. Your love is so crucial in days to come Without it, we'll be no more So how does it feel when she's covered in scars and crying on the floor? Rose pedals on the floor. So I'm here to share your story 'Cause I know it's tough to tell Stake your claim Don't feel ashamed These sins will not sell Scars will fade You're not the one to blame I feel your heart, I feel your pain You're not fair game. These so called "gentlemen" get away But the flowers been plucked and set ablaze (So I'm here to share your story 'Cause I know it's tough to tell Stake your claim Don't feel ashamed These sins will not sell Scars will fade You're not the one to blame I feel your heart, I feel your pain) You are no "gentlemen".