the lies that were told
the stories that were bought
you cheated on me
and you seemed to be the key
...
here i stand alone with the wind
no ones on my side,
so what's the point of duin rite?
when alls said and done being alone is no fun
...
the tears ive cried seem to have no point
the times ive tried explainin left me alone
and unhappy was the result
...
love is that thing that makes us smile
love is that thing that makes our times worth while
love is that thing that you have on a rainy day
like a spare tire, while you driving on the freeway
...
love is that thing that makes us smile
love is that thing that makes our times worth while
love is that thing that you have on a rainy day
like a spare tire, while you driving on the freeway
...
they think were blind
to the other side of realtiy
to the kinds of society
to the unpure equailty
...
those places we come from
that we represent
those people we protect
that we call ken
...
My heart beats slow
as what you say is fast
you say its the end
then i ask myself when did our true love begin
...
through the closed doors
i see kids with goosebumps
rubbing their tummies as if it hurts
no mommy, no daddy, no sibiling to hug1
...
my name is deasia jackson i am the youngest of 4 kids. i live in georgia. i love to write songs and poems. i love to laugh at everything but, know wen to be serous. i live life by the day not by the pay. i love friendliness nfunny things. as well as big dogs and good things.)
Lies
the lies that were told
the stories that were bought
you cheated on me
and you seemed to be the key
the key to all my misery
there was no point
for us to end
but there was no point fo rour love to begin,
so maybe we should just reamin as friends
what you've done
is hard to put in words
jump from one subject to another
MAYBE we just wernt ment for eachother