Don't feel the urge to explain. When I say it's over, I mean it.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I hear your heart, cry for love. But you won’t let me make it right.
You were hurt, but I decided, that you were worth the fight.
Every night, you lock up. You won’t let me come inside.
But the look, in your eyes, says that I could turn the tide.
You were hurt, but I decided, that you were worth the fight.
Every night, you lock up. You won’t let me come inside.
But the look, in your eyes, says that I could turn the tide.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.
I can tell you can fit one more.
This ain’t the Heartbreak Hotel, even though I know it well.
Those no shows, they sure tell, In the way you hold yourself.
Don’t you fret, should you get, another cancellation.
Give me a chance I’d make a, permanent reservation.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart, I can tell you can fit one more.
Open up make a brand new start, I don’t care who’s stayed before.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.
I don’t care who was there before.
I, hear your heart cry for love, then you act like there’s no room, room for me, or anyone.
"Don’t disturb" is all I see. Close the door, turn the key. On everything that we could be.
If loneliness would move out, I’d fill the vacancy.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,
I don’t care who was there before.
I, hear your heart cry for love, then you act like there’s no room, room for me, or anyone.
"Don’t disturb" is all I see. Close the door, turn the key. On everything that we could be.
If loneliness would move out, I’d fill the vacancy.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,
This ain’t the Heartbreak Hotel, even though I know it well.
Those no shows, they sure tell, In the way you hold yourself.
Don’t you fret, should you get, another cancellation.
Give me a chance I’d make a, permanent reservation.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart, I can tell you can fit one more.
Open up make a brand new start, I don’t care who’s stayed before.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Now that I'm here thinking back, sometimes I wish if things could go back to normal again.
How I wish if time could just rewind back to the day where we started.
How I wish if everything was okay and alright.
How I wish if I wasn't the one hurting you and you weren't the one killing me.
How I wish if I could take back my offensive words and you think before you make decisions.
How I wish if everything was okay and alright.
How I wish if I wasn't the one hurting you and you weren't the one killing me.
How I wish if I could take back my offensive words and you think before you make decisions.
I feel helpless sometimes. I feel like talking to someone to make myself feel better.
The pain is excruciating sometimes, but what more is there in my power for me to do? Perhaps time is the only medicine for me right now.
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