I ought to love a heart that knows no love
I cared for a heart that knows nothing about fraternity
I’ve been kind to a heart that has deceived me.
When my only love proliferates from my innocent heart.
Now a pure sweetheart is bleeding from within.
It is left with wounds and blemishes.
It no longer knows a heart that comes genuine
A heart that knows love.
Now the great hearts coming candid
Are suffering.
The mistake I made
I ought to love a heart that knows no love.