Face Of A Fool
Living On The Back Street Of Love
Streets dark and
cold no life
no emotion just emptiness.
Love slipped away
and into the shadows
she ran tears running down her cheek.
She gave him everything there was to give.
Her heart, her soul and her very being.
He left with no
good-bye.
No thought of the pain he would leave
behind.
He just thought of his own needs and what
would make him happy.
He knew it wasn't her anymore.
There is a street
in ones mind that those
that have loved and lost go to dwell.
The back street of love runs deep in
tears and broken hearts.
No lights, no happy smiles, no singing
hearts that sing the songs of love.
Living on the back
street of love
in ones mind is always there waiting
for your heart to get broken once again.
Dreams will shatter, vows will be broken
and we will live on the back street of
love once more.
© 2006 Written By Sandra Gard
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