Wednesday 28 July 2010 photo 2/2
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You colored my eyes red
Your love's not live it's dead.
Left your t-shirt in my room, still smells of you
And the picture you hung on the door lay smashed, picture perfect.
Explains now, clearly nothing left but a memory
We only made out you never kissed me that's how I learned to hold back all feeling.
Pretending everything is right, to make it better.
I'll hide my make up smeared eyes, to show that I fine.
Some how you have managed to get under my skin, more than anyone ever did.
And if every whole makes a scar and every scar marks its place then I will never live freely without your trace.
And it'll never be fair, I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared.
So Ill forget you, Ill wish your t-shirt, kill the pillow and cut you out of pictures
And if every whole makes a scar and every scar marks its place then I will never live freely without your trace.
And it'll never be fair, I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared.
So Ill forget you, Ill wish your t-shirt, kill the pillow and cut you out of pictures
Annons