Cunfused

by ANGELA   Oct 9, 2005


My mind is twirling
my stomach is swirling
why does it have to be this way
my mind is confused
my heart feels bruised
why do i feel over used
love is supposed to be a delight
to let my heart take flight
all day all night
i show and give with all my might
and yet get nothing back
i keep giving and trying
and always i wind up crying
why do i always wind up confused
my heart feeling bruised
feeling like I'm always used
can't love ever be
pure and simple
to show my cutest dimple
to make me happy
and not feel crappy
I'm tired of feeling the poor mans
blues !!!

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