The years gone by I could sit and cry the story's what's told are no surprise

easy love with a mass of lust a passion you could be scared to touch  

whole week full of lust no room for any dust here there anywhere 

to much already discussed could kick up a fuss only space for the brave face 

was it love from the start that's the pain I feel insane he caught my eye just down the lane 

can't breathe feel shame I craved our lust I played his game 

life's a pool of lovers in pain playing on desire calling out with no gain

its time to go on playing you put me through heartache and pain 

six years no breaks my biggest mistake i need to splash out and go swimming with the snakes 

easy come easy go give it a try it has to be no

I looked  in to your eyes and seen in to those lies you told me that one twice 

things were going so nice im a grown woman i have spice i see in to your string of lies

your best mate has nice eyes on mine i know its not right who knows one night

we could have had it all its the best things the best of all 

the best things that mean nothing no more live life without the liars 

scream out with your hearts fires take a leap to walk on weirs 

your hiding is painless even though its next door my heart dropped

almost touched the floor never been hurt like this before

easy enough to settle the score stop the lying no more hiding 

our loves to pore could never be pure I need to find a cure 

pick your cloths up off the floor this time I've locked the back door 

late night caller guy that leaves no number nice eyes clocks hit the midnight hour

things moved on to a steamy shower power in the moonlit hours 

I was so pure and then I settled the score saying I was alone laying on the floor 

we started off so raw now your hearts got saw 

you said you hate all lairs your smile sparked up some fires

knowing from the start we were never smart 

time to break free slide the snakes off of me 

look out for the power you can't devour out of control

moved on out of hours cloths on the floor for the final hours 

true hearts holding me under their power true love sets my heart on fire 

lust is a dangerous power that creeps in on any hour.

 

By Angelina