I call it 'love'.
He calls it 'playing'.
When he is laughing,
My mind is greying.
I call it 'love'.
He calls it 'dancing'.
He thinks it bare,
I think: romancing.
I call it 'love'.
He calls it 'kissing'.
He thinks it fun,
Something is missing.
I call it 'love'.
He calls it 'friendship'.
A heady wine,
While I gulp, he'll sip.
I call it 'love'.
And when he leaves me,
Oh, I'm the fool,
For I did not see.
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'Next time you speak to you-know-who I've got a message for him Tell him that I have lost a stone Since the last time I saw him.
I fell for your heart on that windy day, When the skies turned black, You wrapped you arms around me, Cause I didn't have a mac.
You dont have to be a sluth. To figure out the truth. Im bad at lying. But trust me, I'm really trying. To tell you that you are the one. Although I'm really done. With this game that were playing.
I used to love a man like you Fought for him like a soldier over every other woman But still his heart grew colder With clarity I remember him Caressing...
I know a young lady. With a double barrel name. Pretty little thing. Playing at love's game. Seems from what I know. She's destined to lose. For the man she wanted. Won't walk within her shoes.
Funny how we don't want things Until they're gone, We think we can do without a little rag Until it's thrown away. Not that you're a rag, How rude of me.
You know what the worst part is . The worst part about this whole "messed up couple" we make is that now, after that conversation we had, I know that you know it too. Know what .
I wait... Stood outside of your place. For you to call me inside. With wet hair hiding my face. You come... Fifteen minutes too late. And pull me into your room. Because I'm tomorrow's mistake.
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