Shape Me Brake Me Fake Me Dont Forsake Me
the end is clear
just like the sky
and the star is shot past
that aint no lie
making you boil inside
just like the sun
hoping that soon
the rain will come
take me home
bring me round
take me home
take me round
once a lover boy is he
she is told that it aint so
how can i ever beleave
what is not relly known
bring me round
take me home
send me down
to the un known
i cold be reacting over
this far too much
well keep me unsober
and i wont think of such
take me known
bring me down
my seeds are sewn
help me round
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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