You have a way of coming easily to me
and when you take, you take the very best of me.
So I start a fight because I need to feel something
and you do what you want, 'cause I'm not what you wanted.
Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say.
And now that I'm sitting here, thinking it through,
I've never been anywhere cold as you.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray,
and I stood there loving you and wished them all away.
And you come away with a great little story
of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
You never did give a damn thing honey
but I cried, cried for you
And I know you wouldn't have told anybody
if I died, died for you
I died for you.
Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.
Every smile you fake is so condescending, counting all the scars you made.
And now that I'm sitting here, thinking it through,
I've never been anywhere cold as you.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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