You were balloons.
You were flowers.
You were choclates you know the ones made by Godiva.
If I said I wanted Heaven you would promise to take me higher. You used to look at me like I was the best thing since sliced bread, did it fade away after the day we were wed?
Did I lose the match that ignited your flame?
Did I mess up your life am I the blame?
Were you rich in soul and I made you poor like a theif in the night? Did you have your eye on the stars and I stole your sight?
I just wanna know why you don't love me the same?
When you think of the last person you want to see before you die is it my name?
Because If you still love me it doesn't feel the same.
I feel like a pawn and you are still playing the game.
I gave you my life I gave you ALL of Me, I try to make you feel like a man ought to be, I cater and pamper, treat you gently, I caress where I should and kiss you softly.. So what happened to the way you used to love me?
