Thursday, June 23, 2011

Don't come back, haven't you caused enough damage?

No, I can't take one more step towards you,
‘Cause all that's waiting is regret.
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore...
You lost the love I loved the most.

I learned to live, half alive...
And now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart...
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul,
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half alive...
And now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart...
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul,
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

It took so long just to feel alright...
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes.
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed;
‘Cause you broke all your promises.
And now you're back,
You don't get to get me back.

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart...
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul,
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all.

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
 

Saturday, June 11, 2011

You could say that I have been inspired I guess. What is it with boys these days? There's the good half, who are mature but know how to have a laugh and a good time. But then you get those little infant boys who take pride in their dick taking abilities. This half should be taken to a remote island with one palm tree and left there. You know the one's I'm talking about, they run around shirtless to get attention and treat girls they've known for years like shit. The one's who need to pick one of their two faces and stick to it.

Just play your way right out of my life, go on. Scram.