I'm thinking you found out
or maybe you don't know
my mind's on you no doubt
can't help that I can't let you go
you're not the only one
who can't keep pace with the pack to run
first I'm yelling out loud
why do you act so proud
then I dare not speak a word
when I was part of your herd
your charm was so absurd
first you took your time
now you're rushing out the door
I end helpless on the floor
choking on the smell of rusted tin
the night caves in
it's fine you win, you win
you win you win again
my sin I sin again
I kick and scream but I still give in
it's my sin you win again
I'm sewn in loosely at the seams
drowning in muffled screams
never making any sense
of this life of recompense
made for acts of self defense
you never found me out
you sent me on my way
we never had a doubt
can't help that I wanted you to stay
you're not the only one
to blame a gypsy for the smoking gun
this night I will not cry
rest in peace and to home fly
in these dreams while I sleep I die
you thought I didn't try
but was you who told the greatest lie
I'm sleeping in your head
and dreaming in your bed
wishing these things dead
a life like mine ignored
by all of those adored
and I found out
it's what you're not about
that makes me have to shout
I'll go on my way forget that day
when the lights and time did sway
but your only concern, was my delay
come to go, I can't ignore
I've heard it all before
maybe I was your greatest whore
the trees burn above as my chest caves in
you fight and beg then say I let it begin
it's fine you win, you win
you win you win again
my sin I sin again
I kick and scream but I still give in
it's my sin you win again
that night I said to you
please don't try, just do
say nothing that isn't true
my friends were sure you'd tell a lie
I should have let my feelings die
everyone but you can tell
I'm in heaven but I'd take your hell
let my light dim only to see your heart swell
so this slight that you perceive
is me trying just to breathe
I'm thinking you found out
my mind's on you no doubt
I'd die to let you go
you're the not only one
who told me I should run...
and patience finally has worn thin
and it's fine you win, you win
you win you win again
my sin I sin again
I kick and scream but I still give in
it's my sin I always let you win
May 2011
rev. 201
about no one in particular... a composite perhaps.
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