So we began our love at the edge of dawn. It was easy to make, so simple drawn. And our love grew in the depths of the night, where even the dark seemed right. But were thief’s come down to fight. In the process my heart was stolen cause you were distracted with what was swollen. Then you fought with me for what you allowed, your mind and heart both so proud. You should have protected what you had found. Now you think is ok to go around, blaming everyone, acting so loud. The severeness of the situation was made worse, you put my life under a curse. Yet you don’t understand why I’m hurt. Why I cry at night while you live your life. You filled your words with sharp knives. Now are perfect dawn has gone to a deep slumber, and our love is slowly going under.