When you say the things you say, and you do the things you do
I can’t help feeling the way I feel about you.
‘Cause even when you have lied to me and filled me with shit,
I still go home at night, loving you, though crying a bit.
And even when it’s like my heart can’t take anymore, when it’s broken in two,
I still love you, the way I do.
Even though you can make my heart bleed,
You also fill my body – when it’s cold – with heath.
You can hurt me like shit, but then again make the pain go away
Maybe that’s the price I gotta pay?
Most of the time you make me Appreciate the fact that I live,
But sometimes you make me wanna return that beloving gift! <’3
Skrevet d.
6. maj 2005, 22:11
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