Mind:
Venomous lies heard too often,
Can you blame me when my heart turns rotten?
Poisoning my ears with the words I yearn to hear,
Can you blame me when I begin to fear love?
Heart:
"No, but this time it's different,
he means what he says!"
Mind:
Really? So his actions are true?
Funny little girl so naive and blind
Don't you understand there is no one of a kind!
They're all the same, they spit their game to satisfy their needs,
there is no shame.
Venomous lies heard too often,
Can you blame me when my heart turns rotten?
Poisoning my ears with the words I yearn to hear,
Can you blame me when I begin to fear love?
Heart:
"No, but this time it's different,
he means what he says!"
Mind:
Really? So his actions are true?
Funny little girl so naive and blind
Don't you understand there is no one of a kind!
They're all the same, they spit their game to satisfy their needs,
there is no shame.
Heart:
"But I ran down a road that Ive never ran down before.
I held tight to this unfamiliar heartbeat.
Every morning it
I never believed such an intense amount of joy ever existed,
Because all the jaded pieces were finally mended.
I began to sing his soul,
My lips were glazed with his spirit,
And my body ached for his presence."
Mind:
Listen, it was your passion that didn't want to die.
It wanted to keep him close so the embers of love would continue to burn.
But as fast your passion was born,
It died even faster.
He pulled away.
They say history repeats itself,
And I pray for that to change,
Because I am tired of you adding countless tears that scar my face with fond memories of what you once shared.
Do not cry.
This too shall pass, life is that way
some come, some go, we cannot make them stay.
Heart:
I hear what you say,
And I see the truth,
But I cannot help to feel the way that I do.
So I will end with this quote from me to you,
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
the saddest are these, it might have been."
~unknown
"But I ran down a road that Ive never ran down before.
I held tight to this unfamiliar heartbeat.
Every morning it
I never believed such an intense amount of joy ever existed,
Because all the jaded pieces were finally mended.
I began to sing his soul,
My lips were glazed with his spirit,
And my body ached for his presence."
Mind:
Listen, it was your passion that didn't want to die.
It wanted to keep him close so the embers of love would continue to burn.
But as fast your passion was born,
It died even faster.
He pulled away.
They say history repeats itself,
And I pray for that to change,
Because I am tired of you adding countless tears that scar my face with fond memories of what you once shared.
Do not cry.
This too shall pass, life is that way
some come, some go, we cannot make them stay.
Heart:
I hear what you say,
And I see the truth,
But I cannot help to feel the way that I do.
So I will end with this quote from me to you,
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
the saddest are these, it might have been."
~unknown
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