December
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Rejected Love
I was sitting by myself alone and you know that in my room I don’t have a phoneThere was a knock on my door, but I’m not sure. it was her, the girl who treasures me. She said: I love you, do you love me?I can’t recall if I answered at allShe sat down on my bed: treacherous groundHer face turned red and and didn’t make a soundShe looked at me like a dog that wanted foodI thought to myself “I don’t have a bone”“But neither of us should have to feel so alone”I was careful not to say anything rudeI didn’t know if to kiss her or if I preferred to miss her "This is just like some movie from before", she said and she was on a love’s trainBut I was in an aeroplaneAll we could do was to wave to one another
Silence is a voice of an equal choiceGirls sometimes wish that they were boysAnd men they blush when the blood rushes too lateEcho is the voice of bouncing backA gecko is a lizard and a rat is a ratA no is a no is a no, I don’t like thatWanting is a need which wants to defeatRejecting which is greed of another needShe looked at me with original sinful eyesAnd though the love of spring was in the airMy heart for her refused to careA lock was there and she couldn’t lock it upAnd though for some that night was blessedThe knife of love cut through her chestFor her it was another failure stored in her soulAnd love is blind and sometimes a foolIt can be oh, so kind, and just as cruelAll I could do was to try to play my roleSave my soul, save my soulSave my soul, save my soulYou gotta save my soulCome on and save my soulSave my soul, save my soulI got to save my soul
I was sitting by myself alone and you know that in my room I don’t have a phoneThere was a knock on my door, but I’m not sure. it was her, the girl who treasures me. She said: I love you, do you love me?I can’t recall if I answered at allShe sat down on my bed: treacherous groundHer face turned red and and didn’t make a soundShe looked at me like a dog that wanted foodI thought to myself “I don’t have a bone”“But neither of us should have to feel so alone”I was careful not to say anything rudeI didn’t know if to kiss her or if I preferred to miss her "This is just like some movie from before", she said and she was on a love’s trainBut I was in an aeroplaneAll we could do was to wave to one another
Silence is a voice of an equal choiceGirls sometimes wish that they were boysAnd men they blush when the blood rushes too lateEcho is the voice of bouncing backA gecko is a lizard and a rat is a ratA no is a no is a no, I don’t like thatWanting is a need which wants to defeatRejecting which is greed of another needShe looked at me with original sinful eyesAnd though the love of spring was in the airMy heart for her refused to careA lock was there and she couldn’t lock it upAnd though for some that night was blessedThe knife of love cut through her chestFor her it was another failure stored in her soulAnd love is blind and sometimes a foolIt can be oh, so kind, and just as cruelAll I could do was to try to play my roleSave my soul, save my soulSave my soul, save my soulYou gotta save my soulCome on and save my soulSave my soul, save my soulI got to save my soul
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