This isn't a love song.Most beautiful boy I'd ever seenPerfect vision from a dreamLong black hair and coal black eyesBoy you had me hypnotizedStunning smiles on your lipsCallouses on your fingertipsStars in my eyes when I though of youEnrapture me with whatever you do[Chorus]But this isn't a love songBecause our love wasn't trueThis isn't a love song'Cause there never was any loveBetween me and youBiggest tease I've ever knownGod we're going nowhere fastStill my hear thumps when I see you aroundI really hope this lastsBlind devotion is my poisonWoah, I'm guilty as chargedI guess I deserved what was coming thenWhen I saw tha
What Guns N' Roses Means To MeWelcome to the Jungle: What Guns N' Roses Means to Me I was in my bedroom, flopped down on my bed. It was a chilly December day during my eight grade year, and I had managed to survive another day of belittlement from my supposed friend and creepy leering from a loser in my science class. The radio was on, meaningless background music as I mindlessly worked through my algebra homework. I pushed my homework aside and gathered my knees up to my chest. A song had just finished playing and I was waiting to see if the next song would be worth listening to. "I have some Guns N' Roses for you," barked the gravely-voiced DJ. "Welcome to t