To: John Dee
Liar, Lair
Why do you hate me so?
Oh why do I feel so cold?
can you here me call out at night,
Can you here me cry?
Liar, Lair
I burnt my hands with your fire
Liar, Lair
Can you hear me yell my desires
Oh Liar, Lair
I see your fire!
I see your hate for me,
And all I ask,
Oh Liar, Lair…
Why do you hate me so,
Why do I feel so cold…
Burning beacon in the light can feel his tears burn so bright, as he lays his last breaths of life in an unsteady word… "Why?" His eyes slowly close to a sad sound of quite sobbing of his friends and wife…