Classic heart-breaking bitches de Speechwriters Llc

Well you started off, you were flying in the air, drunk without a care, on the love of somebody out there
and your heart did pound, every time you’d hear the sound, of your true love queened and crowned, and the flowers were smelling like heaven
there were walks in the park, there were kisses in the dark, and proverbial sparks, that always precede failure
and your heart did fly, and your soul was telling lies, and you never asked why, this couldn’t all last, forever
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in love, again
There were days in the sand, we just kissed and held hands, dreamed utopic foreign lands, where we’d live together, forever
and time was a blur, punctuated with a stir, it was always cause of her, and always was never enough
you start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent without, it begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork peach in your soul
and your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining speed, all these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s one of the flesh
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in love, again
Now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are rearranged, and you’re feeling quite estranged, oh i hate remembering vacation
now you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures, and creating mixtures of truth and reality
and your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s disintegrating, you begin to start hating, the things that make life life
And every time you dream of better, all you end up getting is worse
and the ability to truly see the changes in your life could be the ultimate encompassing curse
but intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy so here it is the silvery verse, oh i must sing
That there are prom night dresses and fairytale princesses and a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins, love’s