Steel Gives You No Warning...
Love is like a mining cave,you never know when everything will fall...
The worst thing about it is the steel beams
give you no warning at all...
Thats the problem these days,
the supports are just crap...
The lighting is poor,
you dont know where you're at...
Just stuck in some hole,
God, love is a bitch...
The rocks start to fall on you
as the ground starts to shift...
Love is like a mining cave,
all filled up with coal...
You find a diamond, once or twice,
but gems are hard and cold...
... But it doent stop us, you know?
we still go on looking for them, that one...
We keep on mining,
coughing, dust in our lungs...
And the steel gives no warning....
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