I'm sick and tired of thinking,
that everythings alright...
Thoughts that seem so hard not to give in.
If you do, it'll be considered a sin...
If there's anything that bothers me
It's you...
As i kiss you,
So warm and sweet...
Eyes alive as I stare into them.
So much love I feel...
There is a posion at my core.
It's drying all my blood slowly...
Though I fear the worst is to happen,
I stand my guard...
It is your FAULT!
It is my FAULT...
Wow this is boring
Wow no ones here...
If i say i love you,
will i hear a reply...