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Thursday, November 20, 2008

This is how you pretend you're a real girl

I never loved you
 The way that I said 
You’re just a bad luck girl 
Who wants to live like the rest 
So call your boyfriend 
Though he treats you like shit 
Tell him how many hearts you’ve broken for him  

 You’re no stranger to lies and deceit 
So why the hell are you glaring at me?  
 You never loved me 
The way that you said 
I’m just a loveless boy 
Asleep like the rest 
So I’ll call all my friends 
And tell them about all the hearts you’ve broken for him   

You said you know you made a mistake 
Well that’s the first half of being right 
So let’s see the rest 
Well you ran back to him 
And that’s the last half of anything I thought we had left   

You know, you’re cute when you get that sly smile 
The one that says your mind’s made up in a mile 
But I’ll just sit here 
Feign some denial 
Because the only thing that’s real is your movie script style   

And baby, you know how I feel 
And you keep striking nails 
Attempt to feel real 
But it won’t work and let me tell you why 
Everything you break just takes you further away 
Everything you hurt just furthers the pain   

So drown your sorrows in that broken bottle 
There’s nothing I can say to make you swallow any harder 
And let’s hope for once in your life 
The alcohol makes you feel like you’ve done something right   
So drown your sorrows in his broken hands 
There’s nothing I could do to make you callous any faster 
But let’s pray, for once in your life 
The bruises are enough to make you feel alive   

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

There will be other girls ... :-) And a shameless girl will only make you feel bad. "... For these commands [The Law of Moses] are a lamp, this teaching is a light, and the corrections of discipline are the way to life, keeping you from the immoral woman, from the smooth tongue of the wayward wife. Do not lust in your heart after her beauty or let her captivate you with her eyes, for the prostitute reduces you to a loaf of bread, and the adulteress preys upon your very life. Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his clothes being burned? Can a man walk on hot coals without his feet being scorched? ..."

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