You carried the essence of springtime,
But store-bought elegance can surely fade.
A long-stemmed rose and some red wine,
Seduction with a sharp knife and a soft-lip serenade.
And I fell for a long time,
As this nightmare let the sharpest teeth catch up to me.
And see, I’ve been paying for my crimes,
So I’ve had time to think, and there’s a lot that I’ve been wondering, like
Do you even have the ability to feel love?
To feel anything?
Do you even have the ability to feel love?
To feel anything at all?
A blinding light found your secrets;
A tattered box of photos left in a stranger’s home.
Oh, so many things you can omit.
Past fears of what you’ll reap all because of what you’ve sown.
And you’re still dressed for the masquerade.
Bright eyes showing warmth contrast with a heart so cold.
And I’ve seen through the public charade,
And I’ve got to let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.
Do you even have the ability to feel love?
To feel anything?
Do you even have the ability to feel love?
To feel anything at all?