Treasure Island

maria najera

(1/15/1993 / MeXiCan GuRl 4 LyF)

loving someone hurts


who said i would fall in love?
who can i blame for this feeling?
who i can i tell that im dying in the inside?
why am i suffering so much?
i thought love was amazing
i guess i was wrong,
today i kno that love is the most painful feeling in the world
why did cupid did this to me?
why did i fall in love with the wrong person?
why cant i get over it, im wasting time
i need to think, i need to smile but i cant
cant smile with out my love
cant be with out thinking about my love
oh god what have tou done to me
bring my baby back to me
i just cant stop thinking the fact
that my baby boo is not longer with me
loving someone hurts
never tought it was going to be this way.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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