love is like snow by each tear it evaporizes a litle bit more
I had a few punches to the chest and now my heart is sore
I am takin steps I am the one making them and that is my door
you think what I go through is easy, but, pull me through the floor
like It is al okay, like you do not want to stay, batle like fray
It's not beautiful rather more ugly and gray like a dead bouquet
got a long lifespand to go but not with you I'm not even halfway
lookin here at this display confused by dreams, don't like to say
it.......... but the love is there, and it is crashin may day
wake up with another day passed by dreaming girl im feening
stil when I know I am wrong i feel like being mistrusted
I should have listend to myself and do so as I instructed
so sure that it al and everything would have resulted
in a perfect deflection but this, affection is
misjudged by me myself and now there are some
complications i feel so.... disrupted
confess
