The truth is I don't know how to start this, I've written so many
For so many people not worth but a penny
I made up my mind stuff like this wasn't worth it
A waste of my emotion with simply no benefit
So believe me when I say I lost my touch
For love anthems laden with emotion
I was naught but an out of tune violin
Grinding out notes with a screech and a lurch
Then you came along and it all makes sense
And all the ones before you fade to past tense
Your laugh and the way you hold my hand
Make me feel like the king of the land
And now I feel maybe once more
I can believe in love like I did before
Maybe my out of tune violin can make music
Because in you I've found my tonic
Pretty bebe don't make me write in vain
Cos then I'll have naught to mask my pain Love me, and just me, nobody else
Love me, and just me, nobody else
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
The truth is I don't know how to start this, I've written so many
For so many people not worth but a penny
I made up my mind stuff like this wasn't worth it
A waste of my emotion with simply no benefit
So believe me when I say I lost my touch
For love anthems laden with emotion
I was naught but an out of tune violin
Grinding out notes with a screech and a lurch
Then you came along and it all makes sense
And all the ones before you fade to past tense
Your laugh and the way you hold my hand
Make me feel like the king of the land
And now I feel maybe once more
I can believe in love like I did before
Maybe my out of tune violin can make music
Because in you I've found my tonic
Pretty bebe don't make me write in vain
Cos then I'll have naught to mask my pain Love me, and just me, nobody else
Love me, and just me, nobody else