Love is sometimes fickled
Forever changing
You find yourself
Trapped between
May and December
Only to remember
An empty heart filled
With empty dreams
A fool in love
None the wise
To find himself
A consolation prize
ttons
Love is sometimes fickled
Forever changing
You find yourself
Trapped between
May and December
Only to remember
An empty heart filled
With empty dreams
A fool in love
None the wise
To find himself
A consolation prize
ttons