Loved And Then Lost, by *+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+* |
I know it makes no sence, This love, Be it sane, Or dense, But if this is how I should feel when I fall, I'd rather feel this flame, Than nothing at all. And in the end I'll be glad, Even if I am mad, No matter the cost, I'll be glad to have LOVED AND THEN LOST. |
Posted: 2011-04-05 00:48:30 UTC |
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