The needle of love punctured her heart again,
it came and left like rust on a tin can.
And like the rust the love faded
But if only she would've waited.
Her love could've been found,
but she couldn't patiently wait for loves sound.
Now she lies on the floor
crying from loneliness forever more.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
The needle of love punctured her heart again,
it came and left like rust on a tin can.
And like the rust the love faded
But if only she would've waited.
Her love could've been found,
but she couldn't patiently wait for loves sound.
Now she lies on the floor
crying from loneliness forever more.
