Birds Of Feathers
If I was ill I'd have a diagnosis of fall from heights,
Because for you I fell and I know I fell right,
So hold me down,let me see black and white,
Don't raise me up just lead me to the light,
Keep your arms close everyday and every night,
And when you thought am the best,it wasn't me,
Hope you know that you're the reason I am me,
I was once a wild fruit before I got you,
Now that you tamed me,let me bear fruits for you,
You know a good farm must have trespassers,
I grew for you but they'd come between us,
They'd smile on us and deep down throw a curse,
And when you thought am the best,it wasn't me,
Hope you know that you're the reason I am me,
If love is blind then I have this disability for you,
I can't move,if have to is because I have you,
Light up my life,warm up my nerves,
Never leave my side,let me appreciate your curves,
And when you thought am the best,it wasn't me,
Hope you know you're the reason I am me!
Whizz Ixtrinsic
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