Nov 04, 2008 04:20
Vague sound of rain,
Pierces through my song again.
But I get distracted,
So I let it burn.
He just poured his heart out,
There's bits of it on the floor.
He grabs my wrists,
As my fingers turn into angry fists.
And he wispers, why can't you love me?
I'll play the part.
And he says, "Yes, I feel stupid to call you, but I'm lonely.
And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me.
And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too..."
I said, "I'm sorry".