Love is suppose to he a wonderful thing
But for me love has always been ugly
A slavery of the worse kind
Because it is a self imposed sickness

No flowers or butterflies
No stars and giggles
No oneness or completeness
Just rejection and being used

You would think I would learn
Butt morons have no memory
Past pain is to easily forgotten
Surly I’ll be safe this time???

WHAM - face against the wall
Broken hearted in despair
Now I remember all the pain
To late, the newest shipment has arrived

Force feeding myself broken class
Ripping out my heart
My God I’ll never do this again
At least not until tomorrow