and i created the perfect being
I convinced myself that it was all real, i played make-believe
you are perfect, perfect for me
but im sitting here aching
aggravated and frustrated
im about to loose all that i thought was mine
after all these years, it'll come to an end
i'll be left alone, broken, these thoughts dont seem to go away
i'll play my records, listen to all your songs
as they became my songs, words softly spoken,
all along i thought you knew
but those lyrics never meant anything to you
and we really dont know each other like i thought we use to
we are really opposites and were bound to fight
and i'll burst and you'll remain composed
with a stern look upon you face
emotionless, expressionless, with nothing to say
you'll agree with my decision and simply walk away
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