You don't want no more love
You don't want no more love.
What was love to you in the first place?
Not you it was me who was the fool.
Clouds came and no more rays of sunshine.
A Tender love, worth more than diamonds,
But at last that was just a spiteful lie.
Like an old foe coming back, only with a knife;
Wounding and wounding that pain must waive
And allow itself to exist.
Puddle of tears mirror a torn self,
Hurting for what?
Love?
