I grew up thinking that only lovers’ ruled the world,
For they could empower their people senseless,
With their cocaine – Love.
But reality keeps me wide- eyed,
Where love turns to hate
And nice people finish last.
Why did the rain wet all our dreams?
You make love like a wild animal
And then LEAVE
Me naked and numb in the cold.
For her love – a rare disease
Emotions engulf us
And I crumble to the crowd
That’s the last I play with fire, mama.
English lit and Shakespeare lied.
And now I’m not so sure where I belong.
Home seems to be a noasis.
Open the doors: I wanna come back!
For I walk the tight rope home,
And I know that looking down will kill me,
Oh survival-: a distant dream.
Oh sweet sweet nectar, I’ve been lusting all my life.
Now her truth will calm my soul
It’s my anesthetic
But reality keeps me wide- eyed,
Where love turns to hate
And nice people finish last.
Why did the rain wet all our dreams?
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