Eat, Sleep, Repeat.
October 9, 2006
It occured to me at once
That love could be a great illusion
It occurred to me at once
That love gets everything it asks for
Like a young girl picking flowers in the lawn
She gets every kiss and tear
She gets every smile and fear, but still
She never finds the last of them is gone, oh
She never finds the last of them is gone
-Copeland