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He's whispering in her ear The kind of things she wants to hear, Of how he'll never leave her side. But one day he falls to the floor Those promises won't keep no more, And those whispers, they turn, to lies. So he sits there watching from above As the earth takes back his broken heart, And his love, she slowly slips away. He follows her across the green, And down into the blackened streets, But nothing looks like it did before. Though suddenly she doubles back And jumps into a strangers arms, There are tears but they're no tears for him. The stranger holds her oh so close Immediately the curtain falls, And from behind he now can see her lies. He can't believe she stopped his heart Once through life, once through love Finally he knows that she's to blame. But still he follows where she goes Knowing that her twisted words, Never meant to her what they did to him. But his discovery, its come to late Now he's trapped by his hollow fate, To follow the girl he thought he knew. So he sits there gazing from above Forced to watch his esoteric love, But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:15 AM UTC
To Love ≠ Being Loved
He's whispering in her ear The kind of things she wants to hear, Of how he'll never leave her side. But one day he falls to the floor Those promises won't keep no more, And those whispers, they turn, to lies. So he sits there watching from above As the earth takes back his broken heart, And his love, she slowly slips away. He follows her across the green, And down into the blackened streets, But nothing looks like it did before. Though suddenly she doubles back And jumps into a strangers arms, There are tears but they're no tears for him. The stranger holds her oh so close Immediately the curtain falls, And from behind he now can see her lies. He can't believe she stopped his heart Once through life, once through love Finally he knows that she's to blame. But still he follows where she goes Knowing that her twisted words, Never meant to her what they did to him. But his discovery, its come to late Now he's trapped by his hollow fate, To follow the girl he thought he knew. So he sits there gazing from above Forced to watch his esoteric love, But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:15 AM UTC
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