We are the wrongs,
No one is right.
I'll try to save this relationship with all my might,
Yea I'll put up a fight,
For You.
I'll Die,
For You.
But who knew,
I was killing myself for you.
Before I meet you,
I felt no pain.
Now your blood is my stain,
Your stain is my name.
We were married,
Now were divorce.
I should of known,
Of Course.
Now I'm force,
To start all over.
You was my love,
now you just a dove,
In a big lake.
F u,
Now I have to master bate.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Love Is A Sin
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