You knew in five minutes
But I knew in a sentence
So why do we go through all of this again?
Your eyes are flutterin'
Such pretty wings.
A moth, flyin' into the same old flame again.
It never ends
It's not like I dropped the bomb,on my conscience mom
It takes fightin' day and night to make such a good thing die.
Out, everyone out!
I give too much shit a home
In my heart and mind it gets me every time!
So why do we go through all this shit again?
Your eyes are Flutterin'
Such pretty wings.
A moth flyin' into me
The same old flame again...
TAF
03 abril 2006
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