Bad Love
I've played your games
For the very last time
You'll pay for your crimes
You know life ain't a four-leafed clover
I still love you, but it's over
Dont come any closer
Or I just might stay
I can't stand another day
Where I have to see your face
As you lie to me again and again and again
Please don't go
Maybe I did something wrong
I'm sure it's all my fault
Please baby, stay
Just don't walk away
I'll make this okay
We'll be okay
Okay?
Baby don't you see?
Our love is why I bleed
Unhealthy they say
Maybe, but they don't know their place
We will see this through
The pain, the lies,
The cheating, my cries
All because I love you.
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Everyone is a rose bush. Everyone has a beautiful and magnificent side to them, such as a rose bush has roses. In the same as a rose bush has thorns, we all have flaws that prick the people who dare some near us. Some roses are more towards the surface of the bush, but others are hidden deep within. One must ignore the thorns to access the rose hidden deep in the bush. Not every rose though is as beautiful as the next, so we must all water each other's roses, not chop them down or let them wither.
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