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What Shakespeare Meant
I can’t remember what we were
It seems so long ago.
But I remember what you said
It still rings in my head.
The stars were shinning
The night was still
But the moonshine bright
Was somehow tucked away, out of sight
You took my hand, little did I know
It would be for the last time
And I saw in your eyes
The words I would come to despise, but
Hark! it is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Throwing a rose from her window
And wherefore art thou Romeo?
Well, violent delights have violent ends,
Sometimes we have to just be friends,
Oh, Romeo, don’t go, you know, that’s not what Shakespeare meant.
I’d rather be lying in the crypt
Than have to deal with this again
That sleeping potion fixed me right
Thought I’d be with you by the end of the night
But you drank the poison, fall to dead
Juliet stabs a knife right through her head
I had thought we were so good, I had thought
We’d always be so strong!
But now that you’ve lifted the hood
I know that I was wrong.
I feel that Shakespeare wrote Count Paris
Just for me
Romeo draws his sword, and now
I’m dead for all to see.
Hark! it is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
She’s throwing a rose from her window
Oh, God! Where art thou Romeo?
Well, violent delights have violent ends
But I don’t want to just be friends
Please, Romeo, don’t go, you know, that’s not what Shakespeare meant.
Yah, violent delights have violent ends
I guess we’ll have to just be friends
But Romeo, don’t go, you know,
That’s not what Shakespeare meant.
Romeo, don’t go, you know, that’s not what Shakespeare meant.