lunes, 27 de junio de 2011

You say it’s all in my headAnd the things I think just don’t make senseSo where you been then? Don’t go all coyDon’t turn it round on me like it’s my faultSee I can see that look in your eyes
The one that shoots me each and every time
You grace me with your cold shoulderWhenever you look at me I wish I was herYou shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
These days when I see youYou make it look like see-throughDo tell me why you waste our timeWhen your heart ain’t admitting you’re not satisfiedYou know I know just how you feel
I’m starting to find myself feeling that way too
When you grace me with your cold shoulderWhenever you look at me I wish I was herYou shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
Time and time again, I play the role of fool(Just for you)Even in the daylight when you pass(I see you)Try to look for things I hear but our eyes never find
‘Though I do know how you play
You grace me with your cold shoulderWhenever you look at me I wish I was herYou shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You grace me with your cold shoulderWhenever you look at me I wish I was herYou shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her

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