Speak with your tongue tied, I know that youre tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be sad, But Im not weak, This situation is bleak And your puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside. Until Sunday Ill be waiting for an answer I guess that yesterdays not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you Drown your fears with me Im feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes dont need The sadness they have seen But youre way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I cant find The moment you said goodbye This is becoming a problem Im hurting its unfair But somehow your words, The way that I heard are haunting me, Youre under my skin Youre breaking in, And the tasteless fights that filled our nights Are starting to cave in, Youre under my skin Youre breaking in And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to loose.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 07:59:55 +0000
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