Post by featherspirit on Sept 8, 2007 21:28:04 GMT -8
Ceilings painted black
As a heart breaks
As the winds blows
Another heart he takes
His lips are smooth
His eyes great
No woman could know
What path to take
He acts loving
But the fire he hides
His heart not on you
But through it you glide
He makes you think
That you are The One
But only next week
Has he really won
As a heart breaks
As the winds blows
Another heart he takes
His lips are smooth
His eyes great
No woman could know
What path to take
He acts loving
But the fire he hides
His heart not on you
But through it you glide
He makes you think
That you are The One
But only next week
Has he really won