I've seen my, had my share
of leavings
of leavers
of being left
of 'oops'
of 'ouch'
of 'sorry'
And I'll keep coming back
Who doesn't?
Who wouldn't?
We put up
with thorns
for a scent
a sight
a feel
of the rose
We put up
with banishment
for a taste
of the apple
We forgo the apple
For armfuls of blossoms
But here's the line
I've drawn it
Don't cross it
Have your flings
your loves
your losses
Fall in
Fall out
Fall halfway
of love
I won't stop you
But don't dare
Don't you dare
Say it doesn't mean a thing
To see you with someone else
Don't tell me
That her caressing look
Her kisses
Your betrayal
Don't mean anything
They do
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC
I've seen my, had my share
of leavings
of leavers
of being left
of 'oops'
of 'ouch'
of 'sorry'
And I'll keep coming back
Who doesn't?
Who wouldn't?
We put up
with thorns
for a scent
a sight
a feel
of the rose
We put up
with banishment
for a taste
of the apple
We forgo the apple
For armfuls of blossoms
But here's the line
I've drawn it
Don't cross it
Have your flings
your loves
your losses
Fall in
Fall out
Fall halfway
of love
I won't stop you
But don't dare
Don't you dare
Say it doesn't mean a thing
To see you with someone else
Don't tell me
That her caressing look
Her kisses
Your betrayal
Don't mean anything
They do
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