Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Drowning alone..

I wrote another song called "Drowning alone"

It seems that I'm drowning alone
I don't know who's waitin' me home.
I too long was lost in your eyes
Now it's time to say goodbye.
I need to turn around
and forget what i once found..
I'll move on, get over it
even though it still hurts a bit.

(chorus)
I gave you my heart,
you had my sole
You messed with our love-art
and left me alone to the hole.
I hate what you did,
you're immature, a KID!
I won't be that insane
to suffer from all this pain.
I'll throw you out of my head
and go to the bed.
Next morning you're all alone
And I don't care if you moan and groan.
You deserve all of this
now you know what you miss..
(end chorus)

It seems you are clowning alone
A mask is all you own
I won't let you to grip my hand
Coz I'm finally free
Our names written on a beach sand
are drowning in the sea (are forgotten to the sea)
There's nothing that could keep us together
There's no help from a regret/love letter
I'll forget who you once were
coz you'll never be that guy, not even near..

(chorus)
I gave you my heart,
you had my sole
You messed with our love-art
and left me alone to the hole.
I hate what you did,
you're immature, a KID!
I won't be that insane
to suffer from all this pain.
I'll throw you out of my head
and go to the bed.
Next morning you're all alone
And I don't care if you moan and groan.
You deserve all of this
now you know what you miss..
(chorus)

(bridge)
Still sometimes I think of you
I still feel that warm wind that blew.
Could it be like yesterday
when everything was okay?!
But these are thoughts that come and go
Reality is what counts, so..

I'm not that blinded girl who got burned,
who believed every word you said
You are fake, that's what i have learned
For now on, for me, you are dead!
(end bridge)

Next morning you're all alone
And I don't care if you moan and groan.
You deserve all of this
now you know what you miss..

I'm not drowning at all
who's drowning is you,i'll let you bawl..



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