There are times when I'm attacked by crazy dreams
We would elope for a love that would never cease
Then I'd wake, realising you have moved on to her
While I lie beating myself up for not choosing another
I used to be your life and soul
Now she stands trembling, begging for the heart you stole
I wish you kindness, I wish you a change of heart
I wish that with your ways, you'll forever part
I wish you wisdom, I wish you compassion
You ought to be on the front page for taking us as transactions
You ought to be condemned for that iron heart of yours
There are times when I think I've put this behind me
Gotten on with a life that's so much more worth living for
Then I'd regress once more, sinking back to uncertainty
Pulling all thought of you and her down with me
I should have progressed much more than this;
Time is a cruel thing; I have to make it through in one piece
I agree you've opened up my eyes to the world
Without you I would have still been the child I was
It's your turn to grow up, why won't you grow up?
Hearts are fragile objects to play with, Ironman
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