A song that I think explains itself :(
watched as you drank it up
choking cuz you felt it too
all the things love does to you
if you hit me up with drugs
it would never be enough
to feel the way you'd want me to
all the things love does to you
wearing glasses to look like you
laughing you call me a fool
that is what you've turned me into
all the things love does to you
Chorus:
you promised me nothing
then gave me your all
fingertips on my lips
silencing my every wish
reaching the limit of dreams
we stepped over its boundaries
i'm a doll made of porcelain
careful not to be broken
but you made me burn for you
all the things love does to you
i can't sleep next to you
holding, knowing it can't be true
mingling tears, breathing our fears
the nerve of love to bring us here
Bridge:
it's here we can't speak
it's here we are forced to retreat
it's here the alarm sounds
the morning shattering our then
Chorus:
you promised me nothing
then gave me your all
fingertips on my lips
silencing my every wish
reaching the limit of dreams
we stepped over its boundaries
then the alarm sounds...
Poetry by Maxy
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Written on 2010-02-07 at 15:46
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Cupful of Tears
i cried all my tears in a cupwatched as you drank it up
choking cuz you felt it too
all the things love does to you
if you hit me up with drugs
it would never be enough
to feel the way you'd want me to
all the things love does to you
wearing glasses to look like you
laughing you call me a fool
that is what you've turned me into
all the things love does to you
Chorus:
you promised me nothing
then gave me your all
fingertips on my lips
silencing my every wish
reaching the limit of dreams
we stepped over its boundaries
i'm a doll made of porcelain
careful not to be broken
but you made me burn for you
all the things love does to you
i can't sleep next to you
holding, knowing it can't be true
mingling tears, breathing our fears
the nerve of love to bring us here
Bridge:
it's here we can't speak
it's here we are forced to retreat
it's here the alarm sounds
the morning shattering our then
Chorus:
you promised me nothing
then gave me your all
fingertips on my lips
silencing my every wish
reaching the limit of dreams
we stepped over its boundaries
then the alarm sounds...
Poetry by Maxy
Read 700 times
Written on 2010-02-07 at 15:46
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