Sean-Templar
Jul 8, 2009, 1:08 PM
I thought I found you several times,
Near misses at best you see.
The more I try to find you babe,
The less you seem to be.
It seems when I stop the search,
You’re knocking at my door.
But when’s it going to be the real you,
Or are you just some whore.
You’ve beat me and you’ve bruised me,
Left me bloody and for dead,
But babe just give me one more shot,
And thee I surely do wed.
To Love
By Sean-Templar
Near misses at best you see.
The more I try to find you babe,
The less you seem to be.
It seems when I stop the search,
You’re knocking at my door.
But when’s it going to be the real you,
Or are you just some whore.
You’ve beat me and you’ve bruised me,
Left me bloody and for dead,
But babe just give me one more shot,
And thee I surely do wed.
To Love
By Sean-Templar