Another Song
Come and go now as you please Your actions write the melodiesAnd if your interested, I had these words of mine too:
To the songs that we sing
And you just singAnd I finally found that life goes on without you
Is this the way you want it?
And my world still turns when you're not around
Is this the way it has to be?
Sitting here beside you
With my heart's lost in New Orleans
Dreams come clever
Hearts now severed
Difference of forever
And I am lost there
Verse I'm gonna write a song
about love and hate,
blood and tears;
of spitting out your
worst-est fears.I'll write the words
and notes myself;
It's all going down
in my own hand.
It is easier to bleed,
when you can't stand.Chorus
And this'll be more than you!
More than you ever said.
Gave! Or Left! Did or read!You meant nothing!
My life will go on;
just another verse in this stupid song!Verse
Go ... look the other way!
We're all sick of your games,
the way you play,
and I know I'm through with you ... TODAY!It was fun while it lasted,
but being your friend
has left me a out-lasted.
I had forgotten my dreams,
my hopes and wishes.
But I've found them again ...
crushed under your blisses.Chorus
You meant nothing!
And this'll be more than you!
More than you ever said.
Gave! Or Left! Did or read!
My life will go on;
just another day in this stupid song!
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