Tuesday, February 23, 2010

C O L D


You have a way of coming easily to me.And when you take, you take the very best of me. So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel something.And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted. What a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day.Just walk away, ain't no use defending words that you will never say. And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through.I've never been anywhere cold as you You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.And I stood there loving you and wished them all away. And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you. You never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you.And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you.

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