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Love Crime

Socially, emotionally it was a crime
 
for all these months it was a waste of time
 
i can blame my imagination
 
but i blame your presenatation
 
your act had me going
 
put the pump in my heart to keep my blood keep flowing
 
not ever wanting to leave your where my nest
 
you should heard the skips in my chest
 
everytime you got close
 
i was like your custmor and  you were like my host
 
but something happen, i guess you can say got took away
 
dismay came alone and so did my last day
 
we stop taking and my heart burn
 
my soul left me my days were firm
 
i fell down to my knees, not understanding why you no longer was in to me
 
laying alone in the night while i will cry
 
cry of depression till the day that i die

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