Peddle Both Or Fall

I just keep giving; and I’m giving out of love

But how can you ever know if you’re giving enough?


Who knows, I’m just giving out the love

Maybe that’s the problem, no tariff on the stuff


I didn’t expect exchange, was happy just on love

Adored every hard edge clashing with the inner fluff


Blinded, collided, un-minded, just in love

And you’ve just let me know, it will never be enough…



By Lyric Deep.

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