rage and then regret, there was never 2gether 4ever. there was a date stamp, all of my heart. tears are not enough.
bow to the target,
blame cupid, cupid
you think you’re smart
shoot that poison arrow though to my heart
shoot that poison arrow
no rhythm in cymbals
more wisdom from the abc lexicon of love.
there has to be flowers as well, according to the abc lexicon of love.