I may be wrong about a lot
But I’ve yet to be proven wrong
Love was never built to last
We just need to move on
Some may say that it’s not right
But you go right ahead
I will never, ever want this fight
An open book waiting to be read
But the book is a tough read
Some say hard to put down
While others tend to disagree
They threw it on the ground
I’m still waiting for that one day
When I’m knocked from my conscience mind
On this ice cold ground I lay
Waiting for things to find
Have you come along?
I hope
But I can not be sure
My guard is up
It always is
I hope you are the cure
I’m sick of this stupid lie
I keep trying to live
Why can’t this fantasy be real
Myself to you I give.
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
I may be wrong about a lot
But I’ve yet to be proven wrong
Love was never built to last
We just need to move on
Some may say that it’s not right
But you go right ahead
I will never, ever want this fight
An open book waiting to be read
But the book is a tough read
Some say hard to put down
While others tend to disagree
They threw it on the ground
I’m still waiting for that one day
When I’m knocked from my conscience mind
On this ice cold ground I lay
Waiting for things to find
Have you come along?
I hope
But I can not be sure
My guard is up
It always is
I hope you are the cure
I’m sick of this stupid lie
I keep trying to live
Why can’t this fantasy be real
Myself to you I give.
This one was actually not supposed to rhyme at first. I just had a set of words that did rhyme and I decided it would be better off that way.
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