Love Is An Ocean, and Baby I'M An Anchor
You became the one, out of a complete stranger.
Some person points a gun at you, my life is now in danger.
But baby, now you're gone, and I've built up all this anger.
I knew it all a long, I'm an outfit. You're a hanger.
In other words, you were, something to hang on to.
My life is rather rough, but you were something I belonged to.
Something I'd never hurt, nor would I, ever wrong you.
See, love is like some lyrics, and we never got this song through.
Copyright © William Gomes | Year Posted 2011
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