Love Hurts
By: Tyler Ross
Love hurts, so I’ll tell you straight
no fabrications in this debate
a subtle get together, the first date
a moment of sparks, which ultimately escalate
I warn you now, run while you still have you
soon enough you’ll feel depressed without a clue
attempts at learning as much as you can
retaining information and being a gentleman
taking pictures and memories that will eventually sting
from the eyes to the heart to the words she couldn’t sing
love hurts and it drains you like a drug
you become addicted to the feeling or even the common hug
it has you thinking like a madman
the pondering thoughts that enter your mind
you swear she’s lying to you
because you believed you were special like one-of-a-kind
consumed by the busy, all the time ticks on
one moment you were in love and the next, love was gone
you begin to finally move on or so you think
you step to a counter and order an unforgettable coffee drink
the feeling of being substituted ruins its delicious taste
your friends become like birds chirping, “she can be replaced.”
Love hurts and it carries such a heavy anchor
your ship can get sunken by a better invested gamer
word to the wise, run while you still have you
your heart will still be intact and not shattered in two
I wish I could go back to when I was in front of you
I would have asked please be serious in what you do
invested energy with a cut off source of power
love hurts when you continue to waste it on the cowards
I smile at love and wish it good luck
love hurts when you miss it this much
I smile at love and only hope it returns again
I’m caught in this trap of love I want to win
years of dedication and the efforts show
uncomplainingly waiting to give it another go
Showing posts with label broken heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label broken heart. Show all posts
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Love Hurts
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Seth Kifer (He Won't Happen To Me)
Seth Kifer (He Won’t Happen To Me)
By: Tyler Ross
let me tell you a story about an incredible man
with adventures to sell and strength in his hands
not the type of guy to leave you behind
but the past is the past, we all did find
those were the days when our youth ran it all
our spirits so high and we stood so tall
never did we think a fracture could grow
separating our ties and the years we did know
memories can splinter
sticking us with regret
sure it hurts, but time has been spent
no way of turning back in time
we all move forward as some rewind
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
leaving a great man behind
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
the result was outrageous to find
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
is what they all fuckin' say
he’s told one thing
and we all fade away
so let me tell you a story about a masquerade man
with an interpreter’s mouth and strings for his hands
not the type of guy to wipe his loyalties away
but a new born hypocrite with nothing to say
a fresh chapter is written for our old historic friend
not a day goes by where we don't reflect on him
parting our ways, we wish he valued friendship
and fought for his men which stuck with him
By: Tyler Ross
let me tell you a story about an incredible man
with adventures to sell and strength in his hands
not the type of guy to leave you behind
but the past is the past, we all did find
those were the days when our youth ran it all
our spirits so high and we stood so tall
never did we think a fracture could grow
separating our ties and the years we did know
memories can splinter
sticking us with regret
sure it hurts, but time has been spent
no way of turning back in time
we all move forward as some rewind
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
leaving a great man behind
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
the result was outrageous to find
he won't happen to me
he won't happen to me
is what they all fuckin' say
he’s told one thing
and we all fade away
so let me tell you a story about a masquerade man
with an interpreter’s mouth and strings for his hands
not the type of guy to wipe his loyalties away
but a new born hypocrite with nothing to say
a fresh chapter is written for our old historic friend
not a day goes by where we don't reflect on him
parting our ways, we wish he valued friendship
and fought for his men which stuck with him
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