Sidewalk dreams and other things
My words, my words
What do they say
Your words, your words
Do you even think
Before you spit out poison
Do you remember
The way it was before
Why do you do
The things you do
My eyes match my heart
The bluest of blue
And I don't know why
Don't know why
Turn me in circles
Cry my rivers
Make my heart
So very blue
Why do you do
The things that you do
Why do you do
The things that you do
Why
I don't know why
I don't know why
Call me a bitch
Fuck with my soul
Tear me to pieces
I'll just ask for more
And I don't know why
I don't know why
The things that I do
Make me and break me
Just as they should
I don't know why
Don't know why
Do you even think
Before you spit poison
Color me cut
To pieces by your love
Oh fucking turn me in circles
Cry my rivers dry
Don't you remember
The way it was before
(c) 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
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