Wednesday, August 04, 2010

no balls, no guts; how does then a cheat handle the heat...

ya'r no butterfly in sunshine; why in love was I an insane dirt

I got ya happiness; ya slyly inflicted me the hurt

I kept my word, not swear; yet ya cheated in a way too curt

stabbed me; left no trail, now ya wanna walk the miles

I'd be sans the laughter; wickedly but ya hold on to smiles

Superman won't fly ever; if he knew Krypton was planet of lies