Roses are never too sweet
The color red fueled with lust not love...
Emotions, hard to describe
Yet you always knew, how I felt inside...
Oh, such agonizing pain
Your bed once warmed by me...
I am who I am
I am not what they make me...
Oh foolish heart,
may your passion be tamed...
To find solace in such temporary things
Like one night stands and after club flings...
God, while I'm given the chance |
It hurts when you make someone your priority and you are just an option~ |
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. |