love is like a tree
that hosts every bird thats free
but it comes a time when wind blows
and none of the young birds grow
how can we be lovers if we cant be friends
how can we be lovers if she just pretends
giving tender lies is one of her trends
but no love is lost since we just cant blend.
it is easy to love but hard to be loved
its like an old wood that cant be curved
i will fight to the end and thats what i mean
and after this let the best man win.
i loved a lady she loved me not back
i tried every means but futile was my work
i was reduced to a simple vibe donor
when her promises she failed to honor
i have this one confession to make
love is blind so i have to be awake
but i don't think i made a mistake.
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