Lata Gounder - Love

Do you know what hurts the most is when someone has stolen your heart
its hard to breathe, heavily sufforcating for your missing heart
It hurts, paining with tears that are like thunder that kisses the ground
Your body is screaming and shouting above
A disease that can only be cured with love
Your mind is frozen, blinded from the shadow there
Gazing at the apperance with Fear
Thats Love my dear
So hold me near

Lata Gounder

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