LOVE
Love
What I thought was love,
Never really was.....
A cruel sick joke to play on a heart
So wrapped up with a name
Engraved in it, that name has been its rhythm for years,
Its drum,
It beats to the "tap-tap “sound of that drum....
If love was a song
Your name would've been the anthem....
Everyone in love would’ve been in the marching band,
But the band has come to a hault,
Without it's drum to march to
I die,
I die,
And again I die....
You run from me now,
Instead of filling my lungs with air.....
What I thought was love,
Never really was.....
A cruel sick joke to play on a heart
So wrapped up with a name
Engraved in it, that name has been its rhythm for years,
Its drum,
It beats to the "tap-tap “sound of that drum....
If love was a song
Your name would've been the anthem....
Everyone in love would’ve been in the marching band,
But the band has come to a hault,
Without it's drum to march to
I die,
I die,
And again I die....
You run from me now,
Instead of filling my lungs with air.....
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