Love isn't ment anymore.
Love ain’t going to win-
There’s no way I will forgive your sin.
Gone lost, so you know.
It’s far to late for you to show.
Any form off appologeticness
Getting back to me, will be… Useless?
Good Grief, I have prayed for too long.
Holding myself on to each song.
Never ment for you to hear.
Your dissaproval – to me, was all I used to fear.
Wary eyes off mine,
scanning through the neighbourhood.
Even though I’ve always known…
You’ll be gone – for good.
Gone lost, For ever I am.
Never ment for any other man.
Battleworn, Fat, Ugly, dark cirlcles-
Around my fate – around my eyes.
But never more for you.
You can suck your own ‘pride.’
There’s no way I will forgive your sin.
Gone lost, so you know.
It’s far to late for you to show.
Any form off appologeticness
Getting back to me, will be… Useless?
Good Grief, I have prayed for too long.
Holding myself on to each song.
Never ment for you to hear.
Your dissaproval – to me, was all I used to fear.
Wary eyes off mine,
scanning through the neighbourhood.
Even though I’ve always known…
You’ll be gone – for good.
Gone lost, For ever I am.
Never ment for any other man.
Battleworn, Fat, Ugly, dark cirlcles-
Around my fate – around my eyes.
But never more for you.
You can suck your own ‘pride.’
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| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 mei 2018 | ||
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