Why they do it?
Will never truly be eplained.
At home.
Many people has a lover.
But they chose to roam.
At home.
Many people has a comforter.
Who stands by with total love forr them.
But they chose to roam.
At home.
Many people has that best friend.
Who stick with them through thick and thin.
Unless you're doing them wrong.
Many happy homes get torn apart.
Cause of the foolishness of one.
Which creates distress at home.
Apologies.
Agony.
At home.
Where love should rule?
Oh, the life of a fool.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
Why they do it?
Will never truly be eplained.
At home.
Many people has a lover.
But they chose to roam.
At home.
Many people has a comforter.
Who stands by with total love forr them.
But they chose to roam.
At home.
Many people has that best friend.
Who stick with them through thick and thin.
Unless you're doing them wrong.
Many happy homes get torn apart.
Cause of the foolishness of one.
Which creates distress at home.
Apologies.
Agony.
At home.
Where love should rule?
Oh, the life of a fool.
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