If love was ‘bout your image,
I would of failed that test,
If love was ‘bout sex,
How many babies would suffer the consequence,
If love was ‘bout pleasure,
What would make it special,
If love was through a door,
How many would enter?
I’m tired of all the lies,
I’m sick from all the pain,
I’m exhausted from all the tears,
But that feeling,
I still crave.
I’m delirious of love,
Though I weep to have it’s hold,
To be in something I can’t control?
4 Letters in the alphabet,
brings us to our knees,
begging God to help us,
when we get trapped and decieved.
Who has not fallen,
Who has not longed,
Who has not burndened love,
Like a song?
Its’ melody plays,
Each one its’ own tune,
Do we not remember,
Which one is to whom?
Radio friction,
A song comes on,
A 99% its’ a song of someones love.

 
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