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Let me sing you a song

Now I will sing a song about my mind and heart. Of how awful it is to sit and drink until I fall asleep

Passing out on my ***** that sadly enough is the only warmth I feel any more.

Thinking about the days I shined like gold but now I’m nothing more then rust

All your love is gone and my fantasies turn bitter by the hour

Remembering how I held you tight but now all I want…I don’t know what I want

Maybe another drink or two will clear my mind and let me know what I desire

Is it you or another shot of whisky?

Help me dear god who is up in the heavens let my melody turn mellow

bring my lover back and take this bottle take my tears and take my heart

Take it all and giver her back to me. Take these nightmares or let her make them better

…but she was a ***** how never gave two ***** about you…

She lied…she never loved you…you where just another pity date

“No! No!! She loved me…she told me…” crying this out loud to let my self know in what world I am

Curling up in to a ball as I stay quite so I can let my mind speak….

 

Chug down more of this liquid that will soon turn in to your blood…

Let it destroy you just like the wicked lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night

Such a ******* idiot thinking everything can change and no it can never change

You lost her not because of this habit but because you were blind

A hopeless fool who could not even water a plant

A hopeless fool who could not look out the window

Chug it down and let it grown in you like the words you never spoke to her

 

Now let me sing you a song of a boy and a girl. Of how awful it was to sit and talk on the phone

Not just for her but more for him as he waited for her to fall asleep

As it was the only way he had to feel closer to her the only time he could speak his mind

They once sang about a world together but now they can’t even picture a bridge…

He still calls every day and tries to fight for them…but what if I told you….

What if I told you that the boy is a girl and the girl is a boy?

Would this change the song?

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Written by
claudia-ramirez
American
Published
May 21, 2013
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