How can so many words and
so many promises
just not mean not a thing?
How can this gold
here on my finger
not signify unending value?
How can the time
We spent together in living
Only turn out to be
A memory
of life now so jaded
And thoughts of what now can't be.....
For Lies of Love only work
until you stop believing
And these lies of love
You keep on feeding me
I am done believing...
I am done believing...
So many words
So many promises
broken in so many ways
Words are so pretty
but actions are needed
to push all the doubt away...
One simple compliment:
time spent with me
is all that could have been needed
but theres not much desire
I have at listening
to Lies upon lies
driven like knives through my heart....
For Lies of Love only work
until you stop believing
And these lies of love
You keep on feeding me
I am done believing...
I am done believing...
(C) september 20, 2006
karin-rochelle digrugilliers-wilmoth
