A gypsy son, tired of his roaming
Seeking shelter in her arms
Holding on to tightly
Loosing all control of his heart
Every piece he gave her
Yielding to her completely

And she was all the Beauty
Sharing that beauty with only he
Holding on strongly to his name
Leaving traces of her soul in his
Exclaiming how much she loved him
Yet, she was never fully certain

Anywhere he journeyed
Selfish bastard drinking
Handing out full bottles
Loving every moment of this secret pain
Ending when they're empty
Yes, only when his heart is empty

Answers never questioned
Seeing reason for the best
Hollow feelings, if at all any
Laugh it up
Every tear is yours
You have every right to hate me

All we had was Nothing
See it for yourself
Happy endings are for children
Leaving all the books on shelves
Erasing what we remember
Young and foolish lovers

Aside from all that's happened
Sitting in the darkness
Hoping you've forgiven me
Leaning on the broken knife
Everything is bleeding
You saved yourself from this