This little thing called love, will be considered our little curse.
Honesty and fight should be a must,
But not as long as you betray my trust.
Do not try to fool this game I say,
Or else to run away, it may.
Are you prepared to throw your guns?
Your armour, ego and your little puns?
To save a soul or let it rot,
That is the question or it may be not.
As long as breath is part of you,
Don't harm another soul, I beg of you
Are you prepared to throw your guns?
Your armour, ego and your little puns?
To save a soul or let it rot,
That is the question or it may be not.
As long as breath is part of you,
Don't harm another soul, I beg of you