Senin, 26 April 2004

History Repeating

Like an echo from my past

You step through the door

Oh so eager to start again

To turn me into your whore

It's all been done before,

This emotional beating

That's just the game you like

To play; of history repeating



I've broken free from you before

By loosing your hold

And even in doing so

The thought has made me cold

I had learned to live with you

When all happiness is fleeting

And now your back to your

Old game; of history repeating



But now it's time to break the cycle

This cycle that�s breaking my heart

But now I see that the only time I'm happy

Is whenever we're apart

Because I'm sick of all the shit you pull

All the lying, threats and cheating

It looks like I won your

Stupid game; of history repeating

Jumat, 16 April 2004

I Know Me

I'm so sick of us being like this

You feel nothing unless we kiss

You just stand there and bite your lip

What the hell is wrong with our relationship?

Screw the rhymes

Tetrameters bore me

I 'm just going tell you the truth

Because I'm tired of being someone else

I'm tired of lying to myself

And sorry for lying to you

The truth is I hate red roses

And to me violets seem purple

Isn't that why they call them violets

And as for sugar; it's not always sweet

Like me

I like to play dress up once-in-awhile

But these heels are killing me

And I never sit right in a skirt

While I'm at it I might as well

Come clean

I use unscented soup in the shower

Who likes the smell of papaya and kiwi anyway?

If it was up to me I�d cut my nails short

And throw out the polish

It's a pain in the ass to paint over chips

I guess you could call me humble

Because I'd rather be outside

Than in the mall

And I'm not the type of girl, who crushes on every guy

But you're special

I've never been the romantic type

But since I've met you

Love songs make sense

And I must admit; as embarrassing as it is

Each night I spray your brand of cologne

On my pillow

Because it reminds me of you

So look at me without the make-up

And my hair part wavy; part straight

Can you love me as I am?

I know it's unfair

To you and to me

For me to continue with this stupid fa�ade

I know that I love you

So I'm leaving the decision to you

Love me or break me

I know myself well enough to take the news

And continue on

No matter what the answer