Hopeless Dove

by mike magyar   Aug 15, 2009


You cut of my wings
With a butcher knife called love

And then you sit there
To watch this hopeless dove

Go back to your pigeons
I hope you have fun

Because I feel like everything we had
Is over, it's done

I didn't want things
To end up this way

But it's your fault
For what happened that day

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