Wednesday, 5 July 2017

A sweet little community



Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't,
'Cause you don't love me no more
You need so much but not from me
Turn your back in my hour of need
Something's wrong but you pretend you don't see
I think I interrupt your life
When you laugh it cuts me just like a knife
I'm not your friend, I'm just your little wife
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't, if you don't
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't
'Cause you don't love me no more
They never laugh, not like before
She takes the keys, he breaks the door
She cannot stay here anymore
He's not in love with her anymore
The bruises they will fade away
You hit so hard with the things you say
I will not stay to watch your hate as it grows
You're not in love with someone else
You don't even love yourself
Still I wish you'd ask me not to go
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't, if you don't
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't
'Cause you don't love me no more
He takes a drink, she goes inside
He starts to scream, the vases fly
He wishes that, she wouldn't cry
He's not in love with her anymore
He makes demands, she draws the line
He starts the fight, she starts the lie
But what is true, when something dies
He's not in love with her anymore
You're not in love with someone else
You don't even love yourself
Still I wish you'd ask me not to go
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't, if you don't
Our luck is running out of time
You're not in love with me anymore
I wish that it would change, but it won't
'Cause you don't love me no more
They never laugh, not like before
She takes the keys, he breaks the door
She cannot stay, here anymore
He's not in love with her anymore
He takes a drink, she goes inside
He starts to scream, the vases fly
He wishes that, she wouldn't cry
He's not in love with her anymore
He makes demands, she draws the line
He starts the fight, she starts the lie
But what is true when something dies
He's not in love with her anymore
She's had enough, she says the end
But she'll come back, she knows it then
A chance to start it all again
Till DEATH do us part




First woman down was your mother
She did condone how you behave
All you could see was your father
His disrespect was in her face
Next woman down was your sister
Her silence did corroborate
She took her cues from the climate
And never knew another way

Who do you take me for
Calling all woman haters
We've lowered the bar on the
Behavior that we will take come on now
Calling all lady haters
Why must you vilify us
Are you willing to clean the slate woman down

Woman down, oh 
Next woman down was your lover
She takes your spite at value face
Even her hair length and color
Gives you the impulse to repeat
Who do you take me for
Calling all woman haters
We've lowered the bar on the
Behavior that we will take come on now
Calling all lady haters
Why must you vilify us
Are you willing to clean the slate woman down
Woman down, woman down,
Next woman down is your daughter
A stranger to being debased
She has a new lease and limit
On the abuse she'll tolerate
Who do you take me for
Calling all woman haters
We've lowered the bar on the
Behaviour that we will take come on now

Calling all lady haters
Why must you vilify us
Are you willing to clean the slate woman down

Woman down.



One of the bin compartments in these flats. They are communal but always abused. Thankful the housing association are trying to explain to the imbiciles that putting in broken up crappy sofas and goodness knows how how many Stella cans  and Carling are there now as this is a pic of the indoor bins with the bins taken out!!! They still don't get the hint!









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