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Oct 2015
it was in the beginning of the end of spring
and all i wanted was you
you bathed my eyes in loving lies that sting
while you hid away the truth
every moment that you take a step back
you'd rather walk a mile
and if you even told me that
i guess I'd rather force a smile

this time is part of another millennium
you and your friends can smoke cigars
this time i get to open up my arms
you and your friends like to laugh loud
another day, wishing that i stopped asking twice
another way, going another direction, this time

i always mess up and we fight all night long
and you eventually shut me out, close the door
and when i try to phone you to make up
you've already moved on, before i got up

so don't come with your tales, when everything turns sour
you had your chance, and it was your last hour
to fix the broken pieces and fit it back again
so maybe when we brush against each other
we'll see eye to eye

this time i swear i know it's over
with you and your laughable lies
this time i think i know it's over
coz you got yourself a new guy
and he forgets to call you
or whisper goodnight
but if you're wondering how i'm doing
take a number, my dear
and maybe, maybe then i'll get back to you

and it was in the beginning of summer
when the sun had smiled for long
and now that i look in your eyes
all i see is winter snow

your eyes are like frost, it pierces through my heart
your words are like knives, thrown into my chest
nobody will be like me, coz you wanted him
and now you're crying, and now you're trying
to get away
but it's just for
today

this time i swear i know it's over
you will never get my hand to hold
this time i swear i think it's over
that you ever get warm by me, when it's cold
never call me, you're freaking out
you sent me a text, saying that we're past
so don't pretend like i hurt you bad
when all i did was make you glad
and now that you don't want what you got
you better keep it, coz it's a gift, not bought
this is for those people who are just so sick and tired of always trying to please people around them, who are tired of standing on the sidelines waiting for excitement. or those who try to please but get no further than an awkward hello. this is for those who feel like they own us, yeah right... you never will.
JAK AL TARBS
Written by
JAK AL TARBS  England
(England)   
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