Some of you ***** ******* writing how much you love love
The idea of losing someone close to your dreamworld is like cotton
Buds flying across the star-spangled banner or the loveless
You may think you love her
But, you can never be sure if it is love
Until you are willing to **** about and have the path of glory in the sight
If you wish the truth come to you, you need to have the inclination
So that when it ******* hits you, you are prepared
Do not cry, because tears are better in the rain
When writing in agonizing alliteration about the teary tumult of racing rain
Does it come close to your expectations of being famous, or would you *******
From the responsibilities meant for you, one night stands would ****
You for life without the garden and patio to sustain your *****-less nights
So, what's up morning sleepyhead, the story rises like soulful vibes?
With the ashes of coffee-like memories, you could journalize
Realize, the ashes were just the flame to rub you the wrong way
****, it might even be make-believe if you have your open shame
In love, *** and pain there is only two ways, and it's always leaving
And being with someone, without your rags to riches story, is impossible
Have a golden heart with the only motivation for tomorrow's set
Let today's act finish with the ovation of the many against you
In your dreams, they might be ******* you and the anger doesn't
******* up, like watching the sunset without your permission
The line cuts and you are all alone with an idea of you
Washed on the footprints of the sandy desolate beach, at home