This game of love will **** you deep down give you what you for a temporary happiness we fall in love with then disappear with your heart and leave you breathless grasping for air in a vacuum...
Lets call it what it is a trap to population the globe and societies way to keep us searching for something that doesn't exist and when you choose to exit they will probably **** you ...
Love became something you can buy at a liquor store you meet him at a bar and he'll buy you a drink take you home to sip your juices and you will spit out his babies tonight and hope he will call you back to get some coffee...
I fell in Love with my insecurity and slept with a regret I've always been bad at love but that's what happens when you view love with a broken lens ...
I guess I'm still a kid cause they told me I don't know what love is but love wasn't an object through these lens but a face that told me pretty lies and all I did was make that face rich buying all those lies even sold my trust for more lies ...
Now that we don't talk you got no more lies so the only time you call me is on my birthday and tell me you still care but I hear you I just stopped listening cause we talk about the same thing but we say them differently so I drop the phone shut the doors and windows so when you come don't bother knocking I'm dead inside...
Simply... Eugene...
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
This game of love will **** you deep down give you what you for a temporary happiness we fall in love with then disappear with your heart and leave you breathless grasping for air in a vacuum...
Lets call it what it is a trap to population the globe and societies way to keep us searching for something that doesn't exist and when you choose to exit they will probably **** you ...
Love became something you can buy at a liquor store you meet him at a bar and he'll buy you a drink take you home to sip your juices and you will spit out his babies tonight and hope he will call you back to get some coffee...
I fell in Love with my insecurity and slept with a regret I've always been bad at love but that's what happens when you view love with a broken lens ...
I guess I'm still a kid cause they told me I don't know what love is but love wasn't an object through these lens but a face that told me pretty lies and all I did was make that face rich buying all those lies even sold my trust for more lies ...
Now that we don't talk you got no more lies so the only time you call me is on my birthday and tell me you still care but I hear you I just stopped listening cause we talk about the same thing but we say them differently so I drop the phone shut the doors and windows so when you come don't bother knocking I'm dead inside...
Simply... Eugene...
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