Fortune Teller from Faith. Love. by Peter Gorgui

The daggers in your eyes
Can not sympathize with my feelings
It took poison from your lips
For me to get the hint that you're leaving

Everyone else seems to think that it's fair but I don't
I wander the streets late at night seeking help but you won't

So now i'm asking for advice
Though I won't believe a word that they say
I'm not a mystic, not superstitious
But my palm is face up anyway

Will I live to grow old?
Will I be stuck out in the cold?
Will I get to erase
the mistakes that I made?
WIll I ever find love
that won't hurt to the touch?
Oh won't you tell me please
fortune teller

what will I do next?
Tell me what should I do next?

The furniture's here, and i'm left to rearrange everything
Now and again i'll wait by the bus stop where you up and left
You'll be the one who is living with nobles and dancers
I'll be the one who is stuck here without any answers

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