Monday 29 April 2013

In The Unlikely Event...


When you told me you loved him, I think that I died
I choked on my tears, and I swallowed my pride
Your knife-edge words, they cut into my heart
And now I am racing around and I’m back at the start...

A simple hello would not waste my time
But each sentence is strained and strung on a line
And I won’t telephone you, because of a whim
Because I know you won’t answer because I’m not him

Be true
Say the words
What does he have that I don’t?

Say true
Would love hurt?
What would he do that I won’t?

Now I’m kicking the miles, and I have holes in my shoes
Every song on the radio reminds me of you
I’m not looking for answers, because I don’t want the truth
I want your confession, but I don’t need the proof

Be true
Say the words
What does he have that I don’t?

Say true
Would love hurt?
What would he do that I won’t?

I don’t need convincing, I’ve worn out my stay
My sun has set, there’s only night now for my day
Your words are excuses, none of them true
No, I know I’m not happy... but neither are you

Be true
Oh, my heart
Why does this have to be so hard?

Say true
Does love hurt?
Why do I twist the knife in my heart?

When you told me you loved him, I think that I died
I choked on my tears, and I swallowed my pride...

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