Disenchantments Taste

There's a mystical feeling that I can't deny. Penetrating deep out of a clear blue sky. Hits me like a flash and I am flying High. Flying right to you. Is it true? We would create. Love anew. But it was nothing but a waste Of time. Disenchantment's taste is what remains To commemorate, to ever serrate, To cut like a knife for the rest of My life. You have just rejected all I had to give. It's all adding up in a terrible div. Now really damn the day our feelings went astray. Did you? You have destroyed. Love anew. But it was nothing but a waste Of time. Disenchantment's taste is what remains To commemorate, to ever serrate, To cut like a knife for the rest of My life. Now I know that love can quickly turn to Hate. But even hate someday evaporates. Still I hope to see you again someday soon. This wish is picayune. Did you? I will not forget. Love anew. But it was nothing but a waste Of time. Disenchantment's taste Is what remains to commemorate, To ever serrate, to cut like a knife for The rest of my life.