Blood stained floors
Empty chest of drawers
That thousand yard stare
Looking at a home that's bare
Grown people don't always care
Sl.e are just children that don't understand
Like they bought a relationship at a lemonade stand
Hearts grow heavy and thoughts run deep
A tattered soul is all I'll keep
A hopeless romantic feeling hopelessly frantic
Living myself was easy when some one else did
Fear and desperation
No penance and no salvation
Just a hollow soul searching for devotion
A thousand lovers before
AnD a thousand left behind
Can't seem to get them off mind

  • Author: mdrogers (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2022 17:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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