Dead and gone,
your games have won.
I thought i was over you,
that is- until i saw your eyes, and mine went blue.
I thought i had moved on, thought you were dead and gone.
Its funny how you're all i think about,
when you've gone and peac'd out.
You act like you still care,
but your never there.
I begin to see that you're no good for me,
But its hard to look at you, when you still have the key.
Wishin' i could somehow forget,
wishin' we would have left it -that time we met.
Clouds and fog, can't see through this grey.
Stomach filps and madness,
so much for this sadness.
Hoping it won't be long, before i can sing my own song.
Hopefully soon, i won't think of you,
maybe i'll even act like you too.
Going day by day without a thought to us,
following all that lust.
Parties and joints,
Maybe i just don't see the point.
Lost in this midst of so-called love.
Dreaming of the new days to come,
when you will no longer be "the one".
