I once thought love was a weed.
But I couldn’t be so wrong.
It’s something that doesn’t grow;
Love is the reason that I snore.
Sleepin’ late for only her,
And now I only feel insecure.
Hatin’ everything that I say;
It’s so easy to go disarray.
My friend makes fun of me each day,
And I’m crazy over things –
Like potentials that will never
Reach their ultimate goals.
The Satan speaks:
Love always burns.
I suppose it’s true.
But I couldn’t be so wrong.
It’s something that doesn’t grow;
Love is the reason that I snore.
Sleepin’ late for only her,
And now I only feel insecure.
Hatin’ everything that I say;
It’s so easy to go disarray.
My friend makes fun of me each day,
And I’m crazy over things –
Like potentials that will never
Reach their ultimate goals.
The Satan speaks:
Love always burns.
I suppose it’s true.