Love is a cruel prelude to disaster
Lie to me some more all of your words are so contradicting...
ill play along for a while wondering of your knowledge of the pain you are inflicting..
The smile on my face so genuine all things despite...
Consuming me whole feelings of regret and contrite...
why do i keep this game going one may never tell...
im a prisoner of my own convictions, prisoner of my self created hell...
as my smile fades and my darkness quickly creeps into light...
you will soon feel my senacism and watch the old me fade from sight...
i will put an end to this today i have to open my eyes...
if not this now only bitter taste left in me will be replaced w despise...
i have said it once ill say it everyday after..
Love is nothing but a cruel prelude to disaster
