You told me that i would someday be your wife
you told me that you had deep feeling for me...
Are you really leaving me
For her i thought that you loved me...
This could go on and on
but i want to repeat to you...
Weather to go here or weather to go there my heart...
Love is just like a garbage bag you sometimes fill it up with so many lies that it over fills and is ready to be thrown away.. |
Friends are just like glade bags they are always glade to be bagged around you |
Love is just like a fairy tale real at the moment and fake in real life. |