Love Song #2
FunkeR
Posts: 105
a.k.a. Broken
The shades of our relationship
Slip and falter to an oblivion
Falling down the cracks of my guiltiness
So confused, Are we to lose?
What we have built?
You say you'll need to think us out
Like we're some fuckin puzzle
No, not yet, Not yet, No
If only we could cancel out our frustrations
and come to terms...
that we need each other.
Oh so many memories
Yeah, So little we could say for them
For what we've been through here
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
Well we got infinite words to speak
Yeah... Before time wastes us both away
The foundation we built ourselves on
Love, Honesty and trust, Have all fallen away
This small tremor thrusts us apart so soon
I'm not used to it, Are we to lose this
It means so much...
Yeah... we mean so much...
I don't think I deserve to be ignored
I can't be fuckin ignored by you, of all people
You could be a bitch, a slut, or lie to my face
Won't change the fact, I still love you
I still love you
The shades of our relationship
Slip and falter to an oblivion
Falling down the cracks of my guiltiness
So confused, Are we to lose?
What we have built?
You say you'll need to think us out
Like we're some fuckin puzzle
No, not yet, Not yet, No
If only we could cancel out our frustrations
and come to terms...
that we need each other.
Oh so many memories
Yeah, So little we could say for them
For what we've been through here
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
Well we got infinite words to speak
Yeah... Before time wastes us both away
The foundation we built ourselves on
Love, Honesty and trust, Have all fallen away
This small tremor thrusts us apart so soon
I'm not used to it, Are we to lose this
It means so much...
Yeah... we mean so much...
I don't think I deserve to be ignored
I can't be fuckin ignored by you, of all people
You could be a bitch, a slut, or lie to my face
Won't change the fact, I still love you
I still love you
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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But it's still good.