What was the point in this, fake trilogy of words you said,
i love you, how fake can you get,
what should i make of this,
what is their left to take from this relationship

Taking the trail that leads,
to no where but a shallow heart,
words turn to ashes and fall apart

look me in the eye and tell me,
rip my heart in two and blame me,
taking the frail words your bitter twisted lips have said,
i love me more than you instead,
now to you my heart is dead.

Lawson 2003 sunday 27th april 21:18pm