Philosphy Of The Broken Hearted

by Some Random Human   Oct 26, 2008


They tell me what to say,
they tell me what to do,
why can't I run away,
and be alone with you,
they whisper in my ear,
things I never heard,
they're screaming so I hear,
every hurtful word,

But it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the broken hearted,
but it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the love retarded,

I don't see how this could work,
I don't see how we could be,
'cause I'm such an awful jerk,
and you're getting sick of me,
but I don't know how to act,
and I don't know what to say,
I choose feeling over fact,
but still you're pushing me away,

But it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the broken hearted,
but it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the love retarded,

Now that I'm sitting all alone,
no voices in my head,
I'll try hard to atone,
for the hurtful things I said,
though I know I'm far too late,
and I made a big mistake,
so you just give me hate,
but my heart cannot re-break,

But it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the broken hearted,
but it's not me,
but it's not you,
philosophy of the love retarded,

You finally realize,
that this is not a lie,
you saw through my disguise,
so you'll give me one more try,
but those people that we knew,
still trying to bring us down,
saying that it can't be true,
but finally we've found,

That it's not me,
that it's not you,
philosophy of the broken hearted,
that it's not me,
that it's not you,
philosophy of the love retarded,
no it's not me,
no it's not you,
philosophy of the broken hearted,
no it's not me,
no it's not you,
philosophy of the love restarted...

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