ashleii

The silent lovers Secretly kissing behind the door The Screaming and shouting Of an everlasting tragedy Never ending cause of failure to realise The room is locked Softly she moans Yet outside they can't stand together Without unreasonable excuses being made It's an ugly site A real 'born to die' situation Yet nobody listens To common sense And all his companions watching the fight It's an ugly site When you want things to stop But the romance seems to carry on And on ... And on.