I just don't want the games, it’s like sitting in the rain, these feelings never leave, and the misplaced ones go unseen, those half looks we’ve shared, are more than I can't bare, I'm just addicted to your taste, poison of our embrace, to have the strength I lack leave, or these memories I need, would be happiness I reave I could grant myself reprieve. But I’m anchored to this rapture, for it’s your love I’m after, your eternal shoulder to cry on, or that broken body to lie on, whichever role I take, it will be a sure mistake. For again we’ll stop talking, opposite directions we’ll be walking, but we’ll both just go on smiling, with all the thoughts compiling. Living life as tho a dream, stuck in the same sad scenes. But, I’m sure one day we'll wake up, and once again we'll make up, just to go and break up, and repeat it all again.
