two-hundred mile space, by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

caught in his heart
but its too late
temptation runs wild
and you're playing with fate

caught under the spot light
found under a lovers sheet
turn to a clean slate
another night on the street

rare as the hearts that you steal
you give yours away
stolen to a man
as the relationship frayed

this could be
the last chance she has
another night under the sheets
another night in the streets

locked in his arms
cold dead embrace
lovers lost and looking
two-hundred mile space
Posted: 2006-04-22 03:29:13 UTC

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