I can’t quite explain the meaning of this
You’re the one thing I always hope to last.
I knew I loved you before that first kiss
Never knew butterflies could fly so fast.
Being with you’s like falling at seven,
Left me an angel who’s just learned flying.
Then with ease, you pushed me out of heaven
How quick flying leaves you falling, crying.
Out of heaven’s gates, I went straight to hell
Left my heart on a plate, call it tragic.
A dream that went out at the strike of twelve,
I’m emptier than the mind of maggots.
I needed you more than air in my lungs
You were rope round my throat you left me hung.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
I can’t quite explain the meaning of this
You’re the one thing I always hope to last.
I knew I loved you before that first kiss
Never knew butterflies could fly so fast.
Being with you’s like falling at seven,
Left me an angel who’s just learned flying.
Then with ease, you pushed me out of heaven
How quick flying leaves you falling, crying.
Out of heaven’s gates, I went straight to hell
Left my heart on a plate, call it tragic.
A dream that went out at the strike of twelve,
I’m emptier than the mind of maggots.
I needed you more than air in my lungs
You were rope round my throat you left me hung.
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