learning the differnce between infatuation, love, and lust is a son of a bitch sometimes...
It's like...
when your writing poetry
and you run out of lines
or confessing your crimes
and run out of rhymes
or make a misteak and effect the lives
that you thought you cared about most
lust is defined as body over mind
when infatuation and love share a very thin line
life is so harsh and is so very unkind
those who believe in love are hopeless and blind
shall i go back?
to see and beset her?
do i say i love her?
when she hurts me, just let her?
do i cut my arm just to feel better?
do i have to write her a bloodscribed letter?
this is why lifes so hard, i can't forget her
man i hate this shit! I've said it a million times...
learning the differnece between infatuation, love, and lust is a son of a bitch sometimes...