terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

The Waiting Game




It doesn’t matter anymore,
Tears of rage or deceit,
I am so tired of it all,
You were only make believe.

In the place I thought we’d met
all is bare and color blind
makes no sense to linger here

I’m a dark eyed freak,
No blue skies follow me,
Roaming around the streets,
Nowhere else I’m meant to be

Why.. Oh Why
Do I always have to lose
Another heart on the bend
Never good enough to choose

Random thoughts of despair
Make me scream and laugh and cry
After that, I just sit still
Numbness follows every time

Why.. Oh Why
Do I always have to lose
Another heart on the bend
Never good enough to choose

I’m still waiting for you
Like I always do…

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