Sing a song,
All night long
That tells of what
We're doing wrong
When we are close
And no one knows
It makes me feel
A bit morose
To think that maybe
You could be
Doing all those things
To me
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But
-:-
I only want what you have got
I may be wrong, or I may not
When I think of what we've had
My stomach turns into a knot.
My family, they love you still,
They don't understand how I feel.
It hurts when you look at me that way
I hold on to sanity through sheer will.
You talk to me about other girls,
Of flirting and thrills and twisting curls,
Each word is a knife into my gut
But you smile and pretend not to see me hurl.
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And yet…
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Savagely, I cling to hope,
Like a rock climber to a rope,
Someday, with new eyes you'll see,
So I won't have to wash your mind out with soap.
As they all sit and stare at me,
Wondering what strange things I see,
I think of how I became this way,
Why do you do what you do to me?
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord to safely keep,
My soul that's burning in the night,
For the boy who's heart's so cheap.
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Because…
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Although I know,
What you won't show,
It sucks to think,
I love you so.
Well that's a wrap for my moodiness for tonight. Hope you guys liked it. I'm starting to think I'm a bit to melodramatic when it comes to stuff like this. ()
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