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Love |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Thursday, 20 March 2008 | |
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Love
What is love anyway It only made me question my faith It only made me dissociate
Love is hard to find The spider is always trying to catch the fly
I couldn't bring myself to kiss Couldn't ignore the cuts to your delicate wrist
And this is all my fault The blame has always existed from the start
It just took you to bring it out You just ****** it more and mixed in the doubt
There is no great escape Nothing to stop the hate
Just more nights to think this through To make the wound more black and blue
Tying myself to these railroad tracks It's the only way to derail the past
When that whistle comes a blowin I know paradise is where I'm goin Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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