that time of the month.

March 16, 2009 at 11:37 pm (Uncategorized)

I see lovers in the streets walking,
Without a care.
They’re wearing out loud
Like there’s something in the air
and I don’t care

They’re treading lightly
No they, don’t sink in
There’s no tracks to follow
They don’t care where they going

And if they’re lucky and they’ll,
They’ll get to see and if they’re
Really really lucky they’ll
Get to feel..

And it kicks so hard,
It breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
It hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
Makes your blood flow.
It’s better that you know,
That love is hard.

Love takes hostages,
Gives them pain.
Gives someone the power to
Hurt you again and again
but they don’t care

And it kicks so hard,
It breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
It hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
Makes your blood flow.
It’s better that you know,
That love is hard.

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