Faces passing by
A world of words while I had sighs
I learned to leave behind your signs
And just work on me and mine
A feeling that I never knew
But I wanted to see it through
What you would call a desperate time’s
A pleasant name for a better view
There’s a road behind me
But just accept that I moved on
I gave up looking back in anger
So please, I’m begging you, don’t make me have to
Ask you why,
You’re desperate for this song’s attention
After ages I still can’t accept
Your lack of understanding, so
Ask me why
I’ll never write a song about you
Considering our past it’s true to say
You never really cared about me
Looking out from behind your eyes
I saw a me that I’d despise
But if I only cared for what you’d see
There’d soon be nothing left of me
Mistakes don’t always need correction
It’s not as if you’re keeping score
You treated me as an affliction
Why should I return affection?
Getting older, getting better
But at least I’ll know I tried
Took me years to realise that I didn’t need to hide
Those broken tales I cast asunder
I’m not exactly getting younger
But there’ll never be a day when I don’t fucking care at all
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