An Awful Sweet Love
An Awful Sweet Love
Told me she once how to start loving, why fore she never tell when to stop..?
How Wish I could stop that filthy thing then, for an inside me knows not how not to love
But wait, theres another me, he doesnt love her anymore
What a strange thing this love is..
The clock has struck seven twice, as it used to do so in times more happier...
The moon has lit the stars all bright; as he used to do so in times more merrier
But someone inside me has died, changed i long ago o world, as the clock doesnt seem so
special now & neither does the moon...
Told me she once, how to wait for her like mads, and be madder more when she did not turn up
Wish I could stop that filthy thing then, for an inside me knows not how not to wait
But wait, theres another me, he doesnt wait for her anymore
What a strange thing this love is..
Have I grown mature enough or has she still remained the same?
Told me she once how to possess her all, obsessed I was with her, all over me she was
She told she gets what she wants from me, how stupid was I never to ask that girl why me?
In love was she, in love was I, but was I really in love, yes, in love with her??
The cell has rung a tune full melody, as it used to do so in times more happier...
The message has clicked when her thoughts are near, as he used to do so in times more merrier
But someone inside me has died, changed i long ago o world, as the ring doesnt seem so
special now & neither does the cell..
Told me she once how to cry, why fore she never tell how to stop?
Wish I could stop that filthy thing then, for an inside me knows not how not to cry
But wait, theres another me, he doesnt cry for her anymore
What a strange thing this love is?
I made her cry & have myself wept waters; little did I know that I would choose to lose
all
The worlds have changed, what a course my destiny ran ---,
She cries now with a broken heart, and I know not how to stop her, even when I can
Have I grown such cold, is this the same heart that did nothing but feel????
The winter has bloomed, her glory so great; as she used to do so in times more happier...
The rain has set in with pour great heavy; as she used to do so in times more merrier
But someone inside me has died, changed i long ago o world, as the air doesnt seem any special
now & neither does the rain...