Crippled Love

Longtime and all i have is this picture in a frame
captured you, but you're wearing off
You're still a pure gold lady and i am still a mule
Love to write but i'm searching for a muse
i always win ,always lose,
devotion's not needed and beauty's not required
and what we had was
just crippled love
poison your tears for

your song, your plan, your years

She wipes out thouroughly, leaves bits & pieces here
no science needed to figure out
that her aim is present
lets nothing come in between
Makes your life seem, like a breeze that passed you by
a cloud not noticed and you can't denie
that her ways weren't cunning
& weren't from beneath the soul

and what we had was
just crippled love
poison your tears for
your scam
what we had was crippled love
nothing else but crippled love
all of my days is not enough
all of my time is not enough