When someone speaks ghastly of me
I usually don’t care, it’s just me hating
This time though I can’t get you to see
It being you pains, it’s gotten me hurting.
I say a cliché and you take it for a cipher
Break it into pieces, calculate each one
All you want to do is prove me wrong.
It tears my heart but my trust is gone.
I know a bunch that would spin tales
But you being one of them really bugs me.
I say a thousand words, never zipped it up
I wish you knew that I never meant ‘em all
It never ll be the same, our plastered bond.
I took you for a friend who could stand me
Told you things without deep thinking
Sorry, But I would have been more careful
If I’d seen you were more like the Paparazzi.
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