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Listening to you on the phone,
Telling me things that I dont want to hear.
I am merely a friend,
I know in the end,
I will be nothing more to you.
If you could hear me now,
I dont know how,
I have been hooked to you for so long.
My tears touch my flesh,
And burn me so,
That everything is such a mess.
Your scent still lingers here,
As if it was sensing my fear,
I know Im not the girl for you,
To express to you how I feel,
Damn it why cant I just be real.
But there are better things that I can do,
If I was yours,
And you were mine,
I swear to god that I would be fine,
But I still cry alone,
As I listen to you on the phone.
Just a little something I wrote for a friend...I believe most women shall relate to this |
| I Cry Alone,copyright 2006 |
So you think you can play with me,
well I'll tell you somethings
that could make you flee.
I don't need anyone who doesn't care,
see I am just fine with those who will bare...
their secret thoughts and nasty intentions
those things will grab my attention!
Sacred dreams and vivid memories
Like playing with a girl during chemistry.
Ah, I understand the motives and drives,
that boils in the mind like a virus that thrives
See I know what makes you tick
these words will stick
to you like glue,
because you are too much of a fool,
to understand that I can penetrate
your mind to watch you diminish and fade,
into the background and misery
of your useless games.
So you think you can play with me.
Well I think I've just made you flee!
| Games copyright 2006 |
| Cynthia Marie California |