Last Lover
Flashes of red
Brown and dark blonde
Her hair was never the same
She was so sad
All the time
It made me so sad
Too
But that didnt matter
Because I thought it was love
I thought she was love
She was a poetess
With the mind of an empress
But alas the soul of a witch
She didnt have any time
For me and mine
This made me whine
Which made her doubt
And that made me wonder
And hit the bars and wander
She was a link
To my past and my soul
Looks like I have to become
Reborn
Yo nazco!!!
The sun
Impregnated my brain
And a new soul
Leaked out my ears
Positive becomes negative
And then positive again
And then negative again
And then positive again
..
I loved her
She loved me
We stabbed each other
In the back