Bunch of fives exchanging
Glasses shattering
Wounded, broken an abandoned
I lay bloody on Papa's couch
Like garbage been tossed out
Turned a street rat
I'm pretty much dead than alive.
At least that's what I thought
Until you called the shoots
You barged in pulling the trigger
Got the crowd screaming.
Shrivers running down their spines.
Then you took a part in my life,
Being the good doc and me the annoying patient
The good teacher while I the bad student who keeps running off.
You blew the whistle, caught in all my attention.
Now you're my consideration.
Now each day I awake
An your love befalls me
Like a flower it blossoms
You got me breathing in the fragrance of your love
In accordance my heartbeats with yours.
The heat burned
And there's allot of smoke
My body dances to the rhythm of the love songs playing in my head.
And now that you're here
There's more to come
On this everlasting, endless Love of
Ours.
