DeletedUser33003
Love is a cruel day at the beach,
Playing in the wake is the beginning of the end,
As the undertow drags you out of reach,
Fully consumed you can't make a move as the waves bend,
By the time they see your feet,
You're already at the end
Playing in the wake is the beginning of the end,
As the undertow drags you out of reach,
Fully consumed you can't make a move as the waves bend,
By the time they see your feet,
You're already at the end