Never Gonna Feel Like That Again [Glosa Verse]

Lines from The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls
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All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
They don't mean a thing tonight.
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Plastic hearts bleed out paper tears -
Black streaks fall down a porcelain veneer;
The ones the rock-heard tissues refuse to catch -
As your stubbornness threatens to open that latch.
You know you're never gonna feel like that again,
And this wasn't even the first time -
But then again, who would really care anymore?
Each time, you're just carrying the label: "wh0re".
There's just one thought left on your mind:
"...All of the wasted time."

Memories play like a film without the sound -
Each clip, throwing into your face, he's left you on the ground;
Like a forgotten favorite doll of all those yester-years,
All you can do is sit there and cry your paper tears.
You know you're never gonna feel like that again,
And you know, sadly, that he doesn't really mind.
All those sweet nothings crack your plastic heart -
Watch as your "once upon a time" slowly falls apart.
People pass by, not daring to cross that line;
"...The hours that were left behind."

He's left you again, yet you crawl back for more,
And each time, you know, it ends the same as before;
But dignity isn't something that you still own,
Because each time you're just left standing there, alone.
And you know you're never gonna feel like that again,
Yet, it still bothers you, deep inside your mind -
There's one thing that still lingers in your head;
You try to push it away, but it comes back stronger instead.
It's the one thing still circling your mind:
"...The answers that we'll never find."

So dry up all your fake paper tears,
And stop dreaming about all your yester-years.
Plastic hearts have never looked all that good anyway -
But who I am to judge; who am I to say?
And you know you're never gonna feel like that again,
Yet you don't care who's wrong or who's right;
Forget the way he just doesn't care anymore -
Unless you enjoy being labeled as his "wh0re."
Because now I'm not willing to put up a fight -
"...They don't mean a thing tonight."

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Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.