Sometimes we find things were not looking for and we lose the sense of reason Sometimes we lose what we are caring for and then face the day without them My life, my home, my you Sometimes we fail to say how hurt we are When the word we fear speaks treason Dont wanna be there when my Cupid dies from a wound by his own arrow Heres to life, my home, my you I raise a glass n drown my sorrow When Im on my own I dry my eyes on a shoulder But its not my own I cannot hold you, my tears are made of stone I feel a tap on my shoulder, but... tonight I dance alone.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 01:22:17 +0000
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