MAKER OF YOUR MISERY

I should have known that such a love was never meant to last, That you would not take the vow and put it in a jar. You are a thief stuffing your mouth And running away with the best part. Maybe one day, you will see You’re the maker of your own misery, your misery And maybe one day, you will see, You’re the maker of your misery. Our love was a myrrh branch with sweet perfume and no fruits to share My hands are empty and my heart is bare and it’s time you hear what I have to say: Maybe one day, you will see You’re the maker of your own misery, your misery And maybe one day, you will see, You’re the maker of your misery. I should have known that such a love was never meant to last.