The Sun still shines, the flowers still bloom,
But his sunken face has lost the smile,
The days of brightness are ruined in gloom,
The moments of love have met their doom,
Since I couldn't trust him for a while,
How could my faith be so fragile?
And now for corrections, there's no room.
As love and repentance rises and piles,
The demon in me sits and smiles,
The demon of mistrust, his weapon of doubt,
The baseless doubts, in my head, they loom,
From me, my dumb conscience cannot shout,
Tears don't flow, but my eyes fume,
My Demon has won, I'm blown out!
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