It Is Time.

Four in the morning
My heart's still mourning
Lying on this empty bed
Like a living dead.

(Girl) Maybe you don't know
(Girl) Maybe I don't show
What my heart feels
How my love kills.

I love your rosewood smell
And when you dress to impress
There's something I wanna tell
I want all of you and nothing else.

But now, I have to deny
The feelings I have for you
Coz someone else will cry
If he knows the truth.

It's time to let that love die
It means you get to bid goodbye.



It's true.

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Wrote this a few mornings ago. I couldn't sleep, so many things went through my already-messed-up mind. It's always have to be like this. Does it always have to be like this?

Dem yuh!