spun out on LOVE
To focused on death to live but not to alive to die.
Happy enough to cry but when I cry I die.
A thousand deaths a thousand tears.
The river of life holds all my fears.
So we all must die so why do we mourn the death of born.
Your first breath, your last, and all thats in between to face a nightmare or live in reality discern a dream.
For your head can spin and the planet does but what is done is it done in love?
And if my head is spinning I want it to spin because of love!
All I do I want to do because I love you!
You are my dream come true!
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