wasted
but i know that i’d much rather be abused
by a love that had cause so much crying
then and now, then and now.
but then i got the chance and i tasted your lips,
and now i’m no longer wasted
like i was then, like i was then.
but my reason to live this life is you,
even though all i’m doing is giving,
giving to you, giving to you.
in the woods late at night where no one knows me,
but then you chose to hold me,
make me feel loved. you made me feel loved.
I'm scared of religion, but reason to live is you...good line :-)
Thanks! :)
Don't O.D.