Love I Rearrange
Love is a hateful crime.
It's just a useless waste of time.
Love is not true, it's full of lies.
It's a new kind of hate in a disguise.
You might think im strange,
Because of the love i rearrange.
It's something you can't learn,
the love i might concearn.
I'm always wrighting of love and pain.
The truth is I'm really insaine.
I'm always thinking of you,
Because our love was true.
Untill you lied.
And made me cry.
It's just a useless waste of time.
Love is not true, it's full of lies.
It's a new kind of hate in a disguise.
You might think im strange,
Because of the love i rearrange.
It's something you can't learn,
the love i might concearn.
I'm always wrighting of love and pain.
The truth is I'm really insaine.
I'm always thinking of you,
Because our love was true.
Untill you lied.
And made me cry.
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