Confess your love
Confess your whole heart too
Confess your dreams and
I'll tell you my demons too
We'll compare our stories
Our trials and our glories
I hope mine's not boring you
Anna Muse
I'll tell you the things you've said before
All things you thought I'd ignore
La da da da
Your words become my truth
All my water
My saving parachute
Your breath is my wine
Your heart is my youth
I'll pretend you're mine
but I am a fool
I am a fool
I am a fool
Oh no!
So I'll close my eyes
And dream that you merely
Moved to your room
Love is my dream
But love is my demon
Am I still a man to you?
Anna Muse
She hides a sleeve up in her heart
With all her salty memories stored ap-p-part
Young love is a blunder
Young love is a farce
Young love is self-serving
And young love is forgot
And love is no longer an art!
Your face had launched a thousand ships
With wanton hype (?)
With just a kiss (?)
But soon some man will take the flower
Soon some man will take the flower
Then I
I lost what I had never had
What I created in my heart
And in my bed
She showed me that my words are dead
Some things are better left unsaid
We compared our stories
Our trials and our glories
It turns out you're boring too
Anna Muse