I am a Gentle Man,
Never meant much harm.
Love has torn up my heart,
Why does love hurt?
Showing someone love,
can lead to your fall.
If you find someone,
who does love you.
Keep that love,
Love is rare.
You'll miss it,
when she's gone.
I am just a man,
whose made a mistake.
When the sadness sets in,
people notice your change.
It's not a depression,
just something that hangs.
A man can love,
believe it or not.
Physically tough,
but emotionally weak.
No one can teach.
I am just a man.
As my heart pump beats,
blood fills the hole inside of me.
Holes in the lungs,
breath can't be kept.
The shaking you get,
makes it hard to forget.
The pit in the throat,
drops to the stomach.
Lost love,
what you mean to me.
You are over me,
I've given up.
What kind of man?
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
I am a Gentle Man,
Never meant much harm.
Love has torn up my heart,
Why does love hurt?
Showing someone love,
can lead to your fall.
If you find someone,
who does love you.
Keep that love,
Love is rare.
You'll miss it,
when she's gone.
I am just a man,
whose made a mistake.
When the sadness sets in,
people notice your change.
It's not a depression,
just something that hangs.
A man can love,
believe it or not.
Physically tough,
but emotionally weak.
No one can teach.
I am just a man.
As my heart pump beats,
blood fills the hole inside of me.
Holes in the lungs,
breath can't be kept.
The shaking you get,
makes it hard to forget.
The pit in the throat,
drops to the stomach.
Lost love,
what you mean to me.
You are over me,
I've given up.
What kind of man?
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