Where Is That Love That We Made
Which side of my heart,
Now...
Do you wish to rip apart?
And...
Proud to leave,
Me...
Sad on my knees!
Just to see me weak and beaten.
And...
Which side of my heart,
Now...
Do you wish to rip apart?
And...
Proud to leave,
Me...
Sad on my knees!
Just to see me weak and beaten.
Why do you love to see me dressed up in gloom?
Why do you love to hear that I am in a pity mood,
Too.
Why do you love to see me dressed up in gloom?
Why do you love to hear that I am in a pity mood,
Too.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love we made.
Which side of my heart,
Now...
Do you wish to rip apart?
And...
Proud to leave,
Me...
Sad on my knees!
Just to see me weak and beaten.
Why do you love to see me dressed up in gloom?
Why do you love to hear that I am in a pity mood,
Too.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love that we made.
Where is that love we made.
Where is that love that we made.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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