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Sep 2016
So tell me I wasn’t just a summer game
Tell me that you still feel the same
Tell me (again) that you have sympathies for me
Tell me that it’s not just “you” and “me”, but “we”
Tell me that there’s something wrong with your phone, that it’s broken
‘Cause you know (fair well) that I’m sensitive, don’t leave me heartbroken

Can you speak?
It’s okay even if you call me a freak
Just call
I’m still waiting and it’s already Fall

But no... You wanted to play
A game to occupy you for the summer not just a day
And you chose me to be that toy
That would make your summer joy

I know, next summer you’ll talk about me and laugh
You’ll tell the story, though you don’t know even the half
The half in which I could give you all
While you were using me as your doll
To play with only when you wanted to
The half in which I believed your every word was true
And... You’re good with lies, I’m sure you know
That’s why it was easy for you, to play your show
You don’t know half the story that you think
And, though I too thought that we don’t sync
At least I tried to make it work, to make you happy
While you thought only about youself, you never looked at me
And I tried
Now where’s your pride
Can you look me in the eye?
Give me some excuse, tell another lie
It was always just you
From the beginning to the end, you knew what to do

After everything ends
You’ll sit with your friends
You’ll tell them the story and laugh
But you won’t even know half
I was (and still am) too good for you
And I’ll find someone new
Someone who’d turn the world up-side-down for me
While you’re alone and blowing on your tea
‘Cause you can’t appreciate anyone
You please yourself and you think you’ve won
Pretend to love, play out your shows
Make ‘em fall for you and undress their clothes
But they’ll see the truth at the end
And you’ll be left with no friend
Ellie Sora
Written by
Ellie Sora  Bulgaria
(Bulgaria)   
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