Friday, February 8, 2013
Happily Never After
"Either you're truly scared or you've come prepared/
With your tears on my tuxedo"//
Those words I could not let go//
Maybe because of the way he sang them to me/
Or because he knew them directly from my heart flow//
I listened because I'm a good girl//
and he sang it to me like he knew more about the world//
I couldn't push his words into the corner/
Because secretly it felt like he freed my from all my truths//
And told the same things I'd been dying to tell you//
"It ain't working no more" /
how do I say it without breaking your only point of view//
If only he could say it because his songs tell it sweeter than all my bad news//
"Either you're truly scared or you've come prepared/
With ur tears on my tuxedo"//
Those words I could not let go//
Maybe because of how he sang them to me/
Or because he knew them directly from my heart flow//
"You've got me right where u want me, breaking all of my only"//
That would be you, while I try tell you formally//
I can't say it any other way because it's tearing me apart/
And still I can't trust the weight of your tears on my heart/
Because I don't know how it feels to be you until this day when I break your heart/
I wish I had told you everything that haunts my soul//
And I would have stopped you from creating this perfect mould//
Of you and I and mostly me/
I wish you'd never dreamed it and in turn had set me free//
Truthfully the only thing I knew how, was to be imperfectly me//
Delusional people living time too fast have a good way thinking everything lasts/
Close their hearts with eyes wide open and let all their advices go//
Looking at the battle scars, can there be love after war?/
Because I don't know the difference, not even with these tears on your tuxedo//
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