Me With Out You...
You were a song that I couldn’t sing you were a story I couldn’t tell
I’ve only ever loved my self, but I’ve loved my self so well.
And how defeated I return!
I missed what I was supposed to learn.
As all I leaned about was missing you…
And when you say you loved HIM taste me like poison on your tongue…
if you unlatch the window
if you’d let me lay there on your floor
if you’d give me another chance
if you’d forget the pain I caused before
no use in saying how I’m sorry, so I’m trying not to speak
I’ll sing in silence, lay beside you my face against your cheek
My stomach swears there’s comfort there in the warmth of the
Blankets on your bed
My Stomach’s always been a liar
I’ll believe its lies again…
The bluest iris that I'd ever seen
Vanished like a dream, sinking back into
The ground
Singing "may be I'm ashamed" and
"Maybe I wept real tears" but maybe she
was hiding because she wanted to be found…
The cure for pain is in the pain so its there that you’ll find me. Until again I forget and again he reminds me, “Hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly”…
She put on happiness like a loose dress over pain I’ll never know.
“So the peace you had” she said, “I must confess I’m Glad to see it go”.
We’re two white roses lying frozen just out side his door.
I’ve made you so happy and so sad
But which should I be more sorry for?
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