Sunday, October 6, 2013

On my warpath

When did our love life became a war?
You hit me like a knife, when you walked out...
Feeling apart, so far, it's you I can't live without...

Don't leave me alone, you're not that cold,
I'm gonna put ya down, better leave the throne,
Or you'll behold the countdow, Of this balsing bomb,
Better do something... Anything.

You've got me under you're spell, can't ya tell?
If you think of hurting me, I'll you just in case,
I'm gonna put you in you're place, without any grace.
words do hurt, so stop the flirt before I get dirty,
Cause you don't wanna see... That part of me.

I've lost my moral compas when I spend all my days haunting you.
















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