12 string aqustic guitar - Bluesy vocals - beefy bass and leads, minimal percussion... This song is about being ok with your life while others are there tellingdifferent... trying to make you fit into their mould even though you are happy where you are...
your always talking but we see things differently
You Step over the line / every conversation, every single time
Why spent so much time criticising? / sick of your continues analising
I wonder why It effects me - the way you talk over me
Belittling aspects - with your analises...
The way you judge gives me the shits
Don't brake me open and try to hold the bits
Your so wrong to think your comments belong
I've fought so hard for far too long...
I'm no victim, satistic or fool / so the way you talk down to me isn't cool
So many different ways to live / so many different ways to give
some are fufilled by the spiritual / for others is it's material
Please don't think I need your rescuing / cause you can't teach me anything
The way you judge gives me the shits
Don't brake me open and try to hold the bits
Your so wrong to think your comments belong
I've fought so hard for far too long
For a friend to judge a friend is wrong
Yeah your negative comments make me strong!
to your world i'll never ever belong
Don't brake me open you'll never hold the bits
our conversations give me the shits
Poetry by gills
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Written on 2007-06-01 at 14:45
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Our conversations are about you trying to recue meyour always talking but we see things differently
You Step over the line / every conversation, every single time
Why spent so much time criticising? / sick of your continues analising
I wonder why It effects me - the way you talk over me
Belittling aspects - with your analises...
The way you judge gives me the shits
Don't brake me open and try to hold the bits
Your so wrong to think your comments belong
I've fought so hard for far too long...
I'm no victim, satistic or fool / so the way you talk down to me isn't cool
So many different ways to live / so many different ways to give
some are fufilled by the spiritual / for others is it's material
Please don't think I need your rescuing / cause you can't teach me anything
The way you judge gives me the shits
Don't brake me open and try to hold the bits
Your so wrong to think your comments belong
I've fought so hard for far too long
For a friend to judge a friend is wrong
Yeah your negative comments make me strong!
to your world i'll never ever belong
Don't brake me open you'll never hold the bits
our conversations give me the shits
Poetry by gills
Read 823 times
Written on 2007-06-01 at 14:45
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