Love-3

by Aaron L   Mar 5, 2004


There is no cure for this disease,
the door's right here, but I have no keys.
I don't know what I did or how hard I've tried,
but I get a clue from the nights I've cried.
It seems to me I'm losing it,
and nobody really gives a sh*t.
these tears just burn a hole,
right through this heart you stole..
I need that thing, don't get me wrong,
it helps me think of these stupid songs.
But I know it's safe, where it belongs,
I can't think of any words to go right here.
But I know my heart belongs to you, my dear.

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