Love, like everything else, has imitations. Oh well
Well, it seems my love has fallen apart at the seams.
You make of me your martyr,
believing in your promises
of forever and never.
Love, like everything else, is at the mercy of time.
The changing of landscape changes minds
(At least with yours but not mine).
You make of me your martyr,
believing in your promises
of forever and never.
I don t want to make the same mistake.
I m forward bending backward to see where I have been.
You make of me your martyr,
believing in your promises
of forever and never.
Love, like everything else, has imitations. Oh well