I'm new to town I don't know how to hold my head sideways yet you flash a smile your pearly whites but they disappear like lightning and I'm learning fast to be a fraud how to counterfeit my laugh lines though the time will come when this faux attire will be worn like my coat of arms.
Wearing a fake smile can become a difficult task and a hard habit to break.
If love is a drug than I don't want it. cause I got a gypsy soul for leaving and a mothers heart for scars in need of healing
If love is a drug than I don't want it. Because I got no self control, An addict mind and habits ages old
Love has always been an intoxicating idea. I recognize that I find corrosive people to satisfy my temporary state of mind. When midnight comes calling and I'm all alone I seek out relationships to keep me high. I seek love but find a cheep substitute drug in the form of infatuation and lust. Most times I can't tell when it's the substitute and when it's the real thing so I simply try and never take the plunge in the first place never take the first hit. I keep everyone at arms distance because I'll never be addicted to the fake thing if I never take a hit. consequently I'll never get that real high and so I die with my extroverted mind driving me insane as I look for connection but can't let anyone in.
How can we, so small Expect to win it all Our minds so full of us Blind our eyes to the one and only Jesus Remove our deceptive comfort That we cling like a favorite toy The sudden pain of life's adversities carries away our counterfeit joy For the lies of deceptive comfort only seek to **destroy.
You spare me a minute. Some words, Casual sentiment with hooks. ***'s marking my demise — Buried in self-pity and hope. Who believes those sappy love flicks? Heartthrob, tragedy and love saves the day! Beginning, middle, end. Counterfeit.
Never. Seen. It. Happen.
Love bleeds, Dying on the vine. In truth, there are no happy endings. Just endings.