Bored to death

by Mild insomnia   Nov 28, 2004


Honey I’m sorry,
I’m afraid I bore too easily,
And it’s not you, it’s me

Since I was young,
I’ve been waiting for someone,
To change each day, with the sun

True love,
Works on both parts,
It’s not enough,
When it only pleases one heart

I get fed up and I get tired,
When everything’s the same each night,
I guess this was different,
And I’m feeling no repent
I don’t know what got in my head,
But something inside of me said,
That I wasn’t in love,
And it would change if I’d give you up

Honey I’m sorry,
I loved you to a certain degree,
And I just wanted to see

I was curious,
To see what we had between us,
Yes I guess we should have discussed

True love,
Works on both parts,
It’s not enough,
When it only pleases one heart

The gun was sitting on our bed,
And hun you look so damn good in red,
I guess this was different,
And I’m feeling no repent
I get fed up and I get tired,
When everything’s the same each night,
No I wasn’t in love,
But it would change if I’d give you up

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