Love is obsession, passion, just as we feel for each other
No matter what people say, what others think, even your baby face brother
I don't deserve your compassion or pardon, we have mutual reasons to hate
It's cyclical like my desease, it's full of hope as your eyes, it's an endless chess game,
If you want me to fix your pain give me your leaps, your skin for a moment,
Maybe I gav little to teach but my ways,, the feelings will be novel
Sorry is the hardest word, I understand now you wanned a believer in your life
Your image is on my chest, miracles exist, don't hold your hand, be my lover and wife
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario