Since You Came By Bronwyn Ellis

Is it a chore? And nothing more A phase you killed off years before? A painful bore? An anger cure? An 'I can't be bothered anymore?' We're both so young Love should be fun As good as when we'd first begun Instead we're done We jumped the gun You can't give hearts a second run I stand perplexed So what is next? How can you just give up on sex? I spend my nights just drinking becks And wait for your depressing texts I can't tonight I feel like shite Will next weekend still be alright? Don't think I'm tight Although you might Your lies are such a great delight It's all a game And I'm insane To think I'd ever love again A change of name Still brings me pain It's been a ball ache since you came.

Copyright ©2010  Bronwyn Ellis

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	Sometimes I pray so hard at Christmas That the world will look again, At the reasons why we have to take Sweet Jesus name in vain. Where once the commercial side of Christmas Was a seedy sin we bore, It's now outstripped the gospel's teaching Read more...