By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Aug 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.02.04.38.28443]] |
as to what's real day turns to night sun comes around it'll find you up an knock you down as to what's real love is only a cover for what you feel pain that will rip in to the out yet no cure to steal floating 'pon feathers smile goes around stand so on clouds till your smashed on down as to what's real can you ever make the choice shall you love your mate or to another never to your taste will you forever cry out a name leave your mind screamin hide your shame |