As I lay in your bed I most confess my feelings I have never said What I feel inside is dead But yet I can't leave your bed Cause I am chained to this bed with my regrets
Love is pointless, worthless, and cheap. Three words, uttered, purchased too easily. It's exhausting, dangerous, and empty. Love hurts, painful, basically scalding. It's fire, passionate, put out with a simple breeze.