I know I drink too much,
I know I speak of you everytime,
I know it was my fault,
I know you could have been mine,
I know I didn't say you things that should have been told,
I know that I wasn't too bold to face you,
because of the diffrences that we had,
Because you my lady were a scholar,
And I was a backseat lad.
Days didn't go by,
Years wasn't counted,
seeing you and the sun shine,
I don't how many layers of feelings have been mounted,
stay still girl...As your hair trembles down'
to lashes of your eyes,
your dimples on your cheeks,
the curvature of your smile,
they all are like the full litted moon,
on the backdrop of my night.
You see I drink too much,
And yes I do speak of you everytime,
And I love you too much ,
for you to have been mine

I would rather smoke some cigarettes than be with you,
For it is better to die in pain
rather than dying in love.
For you it is a game,
a juxtaposition of our dimmer love,
And you would **** me
For some meat.
The dawn wouldn't break
If we don't get away,
Cause it's a concussion
That I am experiencing now,
For our love in now in a ghetto,
Never to be opened,
For "our love" is just a word now.
I would rather smoke some cigarettes than be with you,
And expell the love from within my heart,
And poison it with disgust and hate
And go away from light to the dark