there are flowers in on my table and the question is who are they for? asking for salvation from my lonliness, the pain shooting through me like a needle no relief in sight, the bell is tolling and i ask for whom is it tolling?? asking again for love, how do you see??? i am transformed from the guy who was looking for a good time into someone looking for love and choosing the wrong way and they say i am a hater, whatever it means but i defend myself anyway sure, of the good time i had, the memory remains but what is it i can do???? when i ask for guidance, love and honor all i get is laughter, horror and the question: for who????? another asking for that which he will not get finding love for you isn't my job but youre cupid! you have to find me love!! he laughes in my face and says one word:NOT!! as i am infuriated, and the night comes to an end i am doomed to go without love for another week and let the trip through hell begin but as i say it, before you ask this is who it is for: me. for who?????? and i walk off in a huff love sucks when its not for youBirth sign: Aries
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