Sweetheart
Your pretty face
Fades away in my hands
But I won't let it go
Somehow
The vows that you made me
Got twisted around
I come in you lock me out
Then I saw that our love
Started to mould
And I'd forgive and try
To flower and grow
But it's so hard to do so
When you always trample me down
The day you took my hands
And promised to stay
I couldn't believe you anyway
For I was so much filled with doubts
Then I saw that our love
Our love
Better you go
And leave me
This drop of love
Better you go to her
So that I can bleed on my own
Our love is covered in mould
Our love is covered in mould
