she was a pretty little thing
with little to sing, but pain to bring,
“life is sweet my love, don’t you see?”

in the parking lot, our love took wings.
ever changing, we embraced the unknown
the lost minds, the best we’ve ever known.

I wanted what’s mine, not fame or acclaim,
for it’s dark, but just a game,
it’s dark, but it’s just fame.

a symphony in shadows, all night and day,
love intertwined, bound for infamy,
yet our love is etched in history.
© edw6rd