One-sided love and the rest is faded. Two-faced liar don't become so jaded. Third time is the charm look at what you created. For you I would have had waited. 5am looking at the photos wish you could erase them. Six more times before we fake it.
Seven days a week the math is not mathing. Eight-ball says this is karma what you are catching. 911, I am dying and there is people laughing. Ten plus ten still isn't the eleventh reason why your love is lacking. But this is my twelfth attempt at doing what I am supposed to be making.
Counting the blessings and ingoring the setbacks. One day it will be alright once they fade away those drawbacks.
