When a man is tired of love, he's tired of life,
For there isn't nothing annoying that's above, a nagging wife,
When a man is tired of life, he's tired of love,
For there isn't nothing annoying that's above, a nagging wife,
When a man is tired of life, he's tired of love,
For there is in life lots of pain and strife, insanity caused even by the belove,
I am a master of my own fate, but in love rules are never the same,
My sorrow and pain no one can relate, for I was just a pawn in her game,
It aches sharply, I think I'm going mental,
Living on borrowed time, my thoughts are getting detrimental,
In her life I was only a mere invitee,
My thoughts and emotions she rendered them comatose,
Befriending her was the mistake she forbid,
To her I was not meant to be that close,
She just wanted a heart for fun and mine is whose she chose,
I curse love, her I could have lived happily without,
Love was a distant wish, I intoxicate my heartbreak with stout,
She was something special, but uneasy to ride,
Grateful for love that never was, sombre is the mood whatever we had has died!
~Penhive/cyrilbriva
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