After dark,
The moon comes to me.
And She tells me of the things you say
about me.
The clouds keep track of your lies and deceits.
Such unnecessary plots that makes my heart grow weak.
The night wind brings me your shadow every harvest-tide.
The things they say you do just makes me wanna die.
I grow weary for your love and affection
I think for a guy I have too much emotions
I wanna stop listening to them all
I wanna fool myself and continue to fall
Because it feels good.
It feels good loving you
it feels good wanting you
it feels good not having you.
Not having you keeps me occupied
I keep telling myself to get more qualified
For your love.
Then maybe you would hire me.
Love real strong and start a family
But No, I wont anymore
If loving you means losing the moon
I'm sorry but Luna drives me wild.
YOU ARE READING
Lights Out Kiskadee
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