the love that was baseless
come from nowhere to inspire the broken hearted
it was tired of loving to join in the moon
like a sun it springed to lovelydale
in the mist of blues i tryed to make you happy
it was not hard to say it was over
i was looking for companionship
in return i got twisted by your greedy
it could have gone further but you took it down
gave you my money and time but it would be hart
to give back your name and move on
the love you had was for money
it should have been plain cause i was out of your league
no one could make you happy you loved competetion
you said you were tired of being used
but i am tired of loving you
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