Tuesday, November 3, 2009

You have a way of coming to me easily, And when you take,
You take the very best of me.

And you do what you want cause Im not what you wanted,
and now Im sitting here thinking it through.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of grey
& I stood there lovin' you & wished them all away

You never did a danm honey, But I cried,
I cried for you. And I know you wouldnt have told anybody,
that I died, I died for you..

the fake smiles,
the words..
did it ever mean anything..?

Ive nevre been anywhere as cold as you.

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