Your Song

Your Song

Nessa Monroe

04/16/2011

 

I miss you when you’re away.

I’m a little down.

I lay in bed where you have lain;

Try not to make a sound.

The silence kills me.

You don’t want me.

We’re a perfect match…

Perfect match.

The daylight’s coming; you hold me up

And tell me pretty lies.

It’s obvious you don’t give a fuck.

You never say good-bye.

The sweetest torture;

It could be murder.

You’re the perfect catch.

Perfect catch.

Well, I know you from

Living in a coma.

Part of my self-induced misery.

I know you from

Wanting what I can’t have.

The last ingredient to killing me.

Stop calling me.

The nights get long; I see your face

When I close my eyes…

And all the passion that we shared

Beneath the snowy skies.

Forbidden wanting.

You left me longing.

Confused and on my own.

On my own.

Days go by; you never call

Until you get the need.

I promise myself not to go,

But you get the best of me.

Hidden hunger;

Filled with wonder.

I really should have known.

I should have known.

Well, I know you from

Living in a coma.

Part of my self-induced misery.

I know you from

Wanting what I can’t have.

The last ingredient to killing me.

Stop calling me.

And I’m not stupid.

I mean shit to you.

You’ve made that part quite clear.

And all these fucking.

Lines you give me

I never fell for, dear.

And you tell me

You don’t love me.

Then leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

And I know you from

Living in a coma.

Part of my self-induced misery.

I know you from

Wanting what I can’t have.

The last ingredient to killing me.

Stop calling me.

Just leave me be.


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