It pains me to see you settle for less,
To run away from hands who comfort, into a body full of your reasons for pain,
Embarrassed to admit that you are a fool, No rubbing it in,
Unless its your tears into my heart, when you come back again,
Not a fall back device, Will not say this twice,
Not a face back device,Will not say this twice,
Walk out for a third time,
Leave me here in despair as i professionally repair
The damage that is done
Guess I'm use to it, need no surgeons monologue or a book for it,
Dont pay the pain any mind, can deal with it anytime,
but its job is suppose to remind me of the many times you brought me the opposite of joy,
And I feel that I cant feel because I am a boy, or a man in a sense, becoming a man without some sense,
is it because i have no cent?
Or because my past makes it look like I'm not going anywhere,
but its been proven that people change,
The direction of the air,
leads the changing in the wind, so come take a loser whos only thought to win,
is to have a stranger he thought he knew and loved heart beat within him, and his within hers,
he's repaired it twice, but the third time he was smart and kept his own heart, and found out that,
Lock and key is the way to be,
when dealing with a confused soul who refuses to be alone, but wants to remain free
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
It pains me to see you settle for less,
To run away from hands who comfort, into a body full of your reasons for pain,
Embarrassed to admit that you are a fool, No rubbing it in,
Unless its your tears into my heart, when you come back again,
Not a fall back device, Will not say this twice,
Not a face back device,Will not say this twice,
Walk out for a third time,
Leave me here in despair as i professionally repair
The damage that is done
Guess I'm use to it, need no surgeons monologue or a book for it,
Dont pay the pain any mind, can deal with it anytime,
but its job is suppose to remind me of the many times you brought me the opposite of joy,
And I feel that I cant feel because I am a boy, or a man in a sense, becoming a man without some sense,
is it because i have no cent?
Or because my past makes it look like I'm not going anywhere,
but its been proven that people change,
The direction of the air,
leads the changing in the wind, so come take a loser whos only thought to win,
is to have a stranger he thought he knew and loved heart beat within him, and his within hers,
he's repaired it twice, but the third time he was smart and kept his own heart, and found out that,
Lock and key is the way to be,
when dealing with a confused soul who refuses to be alone, but wants to remain free
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