i thought i could play the game,
but no ones love is the same,
your my life baby (kiss)
it is the reason i have to do this.
i am a flirt a piece of dirt
yes I am gay and i just want some skirt,
i cry tears at night
hold my pillow tight

why have i done this?

you will take me back any day
i so want to float your way.
people are in the way,
there cruel words,
but there not understanding.

i need you and want you but i cant hurt u again
its not me i don't know me i am confused yet again

wen will this feeling stop?
wen did it start?
how can i listen to my mind,
without breaking my heart?

Author: kerri dixon
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