It's a vicious cycle...
I woke up feeling in love today,
Because I really was in love but, hey,
Don't judge me for it...
My lover loved me,
Or maybe he loved me not,
I wasn't sure,cos I said I loved him,
Because I woke up feeling in love.
My lover was in love,
But I felt it wasn't for me...
Saw the way he looked at Caren,
The other day he even bumped into a tree.
He wished he could kiss her lips,
Her plump luscious lips,
And maybe grind against her hips,
Her voluptuous,curvy hips...
Caren was in love...
I wished it was with my lover,
Because if she loved my lover,
My lover would smile a tad
And if my lover smiled a tad,
He would kiss me more often...
Unfortunately,Caren had love for Timmy,
The tall and lanky Timmy.
She wished she could love him less,
Or maybe that he loved her more.
But that was but a wild guess.
Cos Timmy never knocked on her door.
Timmy loved Caren not,
But Timmy loved me yes.
His smile was limp and lanky,
Just like his structure but he wasn't my type of hunky.
Maybe if he was something like my lover,
I would go with him into his Range Rover.
However, I stabbed his heart,
And with the same dagger,he stabbed Caren,
Caren was reckless and she stabbed my lover's heart that she rendered it barren...
Of love for me as he stabbed me as well...
With the same dagger that Timmy used.
Hurts.