It's a love, but its not.

Its a dove, when its shot

how you feel when you're on top,

and yet you know you're going to drop.



Once a great affection now gone bad

Shouldn't be the cause of why you're sad

Get it going it's just the same

You drop, and sift, and fly without wings without sky.



a wise man's little flaws,

a friendly cats sharpened claws,

the world of thought that makes you pause,

and think about your life's great cause





Once a great affection now gone bad

Shouldn't be the cause of why you're sad

Get it going it's just the same

You drop, and sift, and fly without wings without sky.