The thought of loving again sends trembles down my soul
Breaking it down
Like earthquakes destroying homes
My love is as precious as gold
But I find that at a cheap price
It is always sold
I guess I'm a hopeless romantic
And when my love is thrown in my face
I become frantic
I can't have it
Its just madness
When gold is treated just like plastic
Set on fire
The flames burst
The deepest cut in my heart
Is from the one I loved first
My heart died when he left me
And my body is the hearse
He trampled all over my heart
Left me so hurt
I don't know why I get so attached
Surely I must be cursed
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
The thought of loving again sends trembles down my soul
Breaking it down
Like earthquakes destroying homes
My love is as precious as gold
But I find that at a cheap price
It is always sold
I guess I'm a hopeless romantic
And when my love is thrown in my face
I become frantic
I can't have it
Its just madness
When gold is treated just like plastic
Set on fire
The flames burst
The deepest cut in my heart
Is from the one I loved first
My heart died when he left me
And my body is the hearse
He trampled all over my heart
Left me so hurt
I don't know why I get so attached
Surely I must be cursed
