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2007-08-06 6:52 PM makes me wonder Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: contemplative Read/Post Comments (0) I wake up with blood-shot eyes
Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feels so good to be bad Not worth the aftermath, after that After that Try to get you back I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a f**k about you Give me something to believe in Cause I don't believe in you Anymore, Anymore I wonder if it even makes a difference to try (Yeah) So this is goodbye God damn, my spinning head Decisions that made my bed Now I must lay in it And deal with things I left unsaid I want to dive into you Forget what you're going through I get behind, make your move Forget about the truth I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a f**k about you Give me something to believe in Cause I don't believe in you Anymore, Anymore I wonder if it even makes a difference, It even makes a difference to try (yeah) And you told me how you're feeling But I don't believe it's true Anymore, Anymore I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry (Oh no) So this is goodbye I've been here before One day I'll wake up And it won't hurt anymore You caught me in a lie I have no alibi The words you say don't have a meaning Cause. I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a f**k about you and I... and so this is goodbye Give me something to believe in Cause I don't believe in you, Anymore, Anymore I wonder if it even makes a difference, It even makes a difference to try And you told me how you're feeling But I don't believe it's true Anymore Anymore I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry (Oh no) So this is goodbye i like this song. for a number of reasons. it says things i want to say. old wounds still hurt when someone rubs salt over it. back to work and my non-life. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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