I love her very much, I love her very much, I love her very much, The same phrase repeating itself
Her eye catching garments and all her scars All her sweet sweet words from honeyed tongue Those warm cozy moments spent on Saturday nights The pizza filled laughter we both shared in the couch
All of these intoxicating moments We both shared from the kitchen to the door From clothes to the floor and the open windows From notes to text messages- we all shared
Then I see for the first time in my blinded love I was Cupid's target practice The impish face of his laughing at my demise The arrows broken in my poor chest
Lies lies lies, all of it had been nothing- but lies From the way she dressed, from every kisses Every time she opens the door or window Blowing smoke into the open air
Every single laughter shared masked in deep hate Every single slice we shared taken with disgust Every time we get naked she pukes out her guts Every single time! Every single moment in a time.
It all was just what it was...lies... Lies from one of Cupid's mistakes Lies from one I loved and then hate Lies made for the Target Practice
Thinking about the sad fate my friend faced the other day. Poor guy he is. Anyways, whoever here felt as though Cupid played them hearts?