(no subject)
Well, too young to love but we learn how to hate.
We hate all the things that kill us in love.
Our hearts are disfigured when pain winds in
And when we grow old we're too bitter to think
beyond what killed us before and it's killing us again.
This is to all my friends and to their livelihood.
A bouque of flowers grows from the mud.
well, just do what you will to live what you do.
To value the time and be caught in the flood.
but to swim up above it and for yourself,
carry on like you ever will.
We hate all the things that kill us in love.
Our hearts are disfigured when pain winds in
And when we grow old we're too bitter to think
beyond what killed us before and it's killing us again.
This is to all my friends and to their livelihood.
A bouque of flowers grows from the mud.
well, just do what you will to live what you do.
To value the time and be caught in the flood.
but to swim up above it and for yourself,
carry on like you ever will.