She gave me a sense.
A sense that maybe life wasn't too bad after all.
But those chains were broken when the truth came out.
I was no lover,
Not even a friend.
I made a decision,
that would would soon end.
But I know that if I wait,
There may still be hope.
Rather send flowers,
Than hang from a rope.
It is true you have hurt me,
Many time before.
But even through the pain,
I run straight back for more.
Little did I know,
That what lay ahead.
Could be amother memory,
That fell in my head.
She makes the wind blow warm.
The sun shine bright.
And I know for a fact,
I won't give up this fight.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
She gave me a sense.
A sense that maybe life wasn't too bad after all.
But those chains were broken when the truth came out.
I was no lover,
Not even a friend.
I made a decision,
that would would soon end.
But I know that if I wait,
There may still be hope.
Rather send flowers,
Than hang from a rope.
It is true you have hurt me,
Many time before.
But even through the pain,
I run straight back for more.
Little did I know,
That what lay ahead.
Could be amother memory,
That fell in my head.
She makes the wind blow warm.
The sun shine bright.
And I know for a fact,
I won't give up this fight.
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