His Love
His love was all I knew I mourn for it
like the death of my dog
it was toxic and unhealthy and still I mourned
for it
his love was a twisted kind of love had a split
Personality that only I saw
One moment it was so pure and incident and guilt free
Then it would into its all out war like I was the enemy
I'm a captive in his love
the more I run from it the more it finds me and drags me back
into the crave
when I think I'm done with his love it circles round me
like that one dark cloud before a bad rain storm
his love is that dark shadow you see in a not so bright light
it looks for me when I don't wanna be find it stalkers me
and pulls me back in like a bad addict that's just so hard to
quit
His love has done me wrong left me lost and alone.
His love is the reason I cry at night his love is the fire to
my blunt as many times as I clip the blunt he always
Around to spark up that blunt again
his love has left me broken and destruct
his love is not the love I need in my life anymore
His love try to break me down and turn me round
I use to love his love
but now it just makes me sick
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