I am no good at love My heart should be wise and free I kill the unfortunate golden goose Whoever it may be With over-articulate tenderness And too much intensity. I am no good at love I batter it out of shape Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind And, gibbering like an ape, I lie alone in the endless dark Knowing theres no escape. I am no good at love When my easy heart I yield Wild words come tumbling from my mouth Which should have stayed concealed; And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss Into a battlefield. I am no good at love I betray it with little sins For I feel the misery of the end In the moment that it begins And the bitterness of the last good-bye Is the bitterness that wins.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 19:29:21 +0000
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