Torn کے بول

Reflection once so sweet, slowly coming of age now all that is left are bitter memories. Cursed by your conscience, it festers within embrace consequences of malignant deceit inhaling with greed the sweet scent of sin sickly sweet and you're torn. Mournful tears you cry whilst locked inside a fearful spawn of fates reversal as you question why? Filthy lies terminate your rise Realised Mournful tears you cry whilst locked inside and you question why? Faceless weeping masquerade covenent broken once solemly sworn Insidious movements weave a misguided maze Indignant and you're torn! Now the truth appears, you're no longer a mirror you've become a window.