you see, my border
fore-part of your goddamn shoes.
and a sad truth
is that no longer love
will be here in the morning.
while you be calling
i`ll be drinking
cos, see, each time i`m falling
you do the tricking
and get my warn out soul
back in your place
some unholy chase
pull me through the sole
u say: "I know you`ve been cheating,
i know u`ve been lying"
and i`m crying, i`m crying
"it is not what you thinking"
and leaving you would be unbearable
such a terrible
way of loving
by involving
conscience and guilt
this goddamn tilt
will never end, wouldn`t it?
and sun will come up
i`ll be off somewhere on another mop
absopositively lost and teared apart
such a primitive and dying art
of loving you
absopositively lost and teared apart
© Copyright: Алисса Бржставицкая, 2009
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