I can still smell you, in my bed
Softest scents of you, run through my head
I can still see the passion, hypnotize
with the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me, was, just a lie
I can still taste the tenderness, of your lips
I can feel the fire burning, in your hips
I can still taste the salt, from your sweat
My ears ring with pleasure and my mind, won't forget
the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me was, just a lie
My mind carries more problems, than it should
I don't hate it but I know, it ain't good
I'm not mad about it but, it ain't right
I saved your life and you, gave me mine
with the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me was, just a lie
Your still on, my hands
Your still in, my eyes
You still run through, my mind
'n You still haunt my life
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
I can still smell you, in my bed
Softest scents of you, run through my head
I can still see the passion, hypnotize
with the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me, was, just a lie
I can still taste the tenderness, of your lips
I can feel the fire burning, in your hips
I can still taste the salt, from your sweat
My ears ring with pleasure and my mind, won't forget
the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me was, just a lie
My mind carries more problems, than it should
I don't hate it but I know, it ain't good
I'm not mad about it but, it ain't right
I saved your life and you, gave me mine
with the way you looked at me, with those eyes
but the way you looked at me was, just a lie
Your still on, my hands
Your still in, my eyes
You still run through, my mind
'n You still haunt my life
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