The End
Love is such a wonderful thing Oh, the joy it will bring How it makes me feel Smelling like an orange peel It makes me sick It's just like a kick It makes me cry Everyday there's another lie Maybe it's true Love will only make a fool of you But maybe it's not I still don't know a lot I'm just a beginner I might never be a winner Always a stupid loser Maybe I'll just be the accuser I'll keep calling fake wrongs This just prolongs The feelings of pain Gone on a wild train Gonig out of control A knife gains it's role A sign of...
That's lame. I must have tried SO hard to make EVERYTHING rhyme.
Shy-Star · Sat Jul 11, 2009 @ 04:44am · 0 Comments |