Full House

What about me?
Don’t I have rights?

        I think I’m tired of giving a damn -
And don’t care if you don’t love me;

What about how I feel?

If loving you was selfish;
Then it’s about time I fucking was!

So I sit here, my heart so full of love that it hurts;
Like a thankgiving dinner that I ate too much of.

And I’m gagging on your excuses;
And your shit makes me vomit!

So fuck you, and how you feel;
If I want to love you;
Then I will!

And if that hurts you; than what the hell!
There are worse crimes of the heart, than love.

So here’s to love!  Drink up, boys!
‘Cause love is a card we play, from the hand wer’e dealt us in the game of life.

And i would rather gamble with love, and lose;
Then never play.

And I do have rights;
To breath the air you breath; And to love you.

You were one of a kind.

So pour me another drink, man;

Here’s to a full house!

Copyright©2000LordCroucher/Arcadia Designs- All Rights Reserved