True Love?
I envy you and the sounds you make.
Is it the way the one I love dances?
Or can it be my ex's words and trances?
Maybe it's the girl in my imagination that rocks out on the guitar with a beautiful smile
on her face.
I can't tell the truth from fiction nor my heart from my brain.
My soul says yes but my intestines say no.
I made one wrong decision and then I threw up.
My tears can't stop coming down because I can't see my little sister anymore.
My dream girl hasn't been seen in over four months but I can still hear her steps in my head.
I'm ready to commit suicide, can anyone stop my pain?
I'm looking for a Saint do you know where she went?
A beautiful young girl who I call Angel. Peruvian and Mexican some how she found the way
to my locked up heart.
Someway she turned my cold blood hot.
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