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ITS KIND OF ABOUT FEELING HAPPY ABOUT NOT BEING HAPPY LIKE I USED TO FEEL, AFTER A NIGHT OF PASSION. ALSO ITS TRYING TO CONVEY TO EVERYONE OUT THERE, THAT I AM NOT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND IF THEY JUST GET ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. KIND OF A PERSONAL THING!
A LITTLE BIT OF A FEW THINGS
Feel my pulse tonight, lying face to face
Heal me in an ordinary way...
Meet me in the darkness and we'll tell each other lies
Fascination conquest, our exuberance denied
Regardless of your conscience, you're the one who ran away
Confusion is the backbone of your unfulfilled dismay...
Oh nobody cares, wait for you, you're never there
I give you permission to let me go, cause I?m' sick and tired of the AFTERGLOW!!!
I get so tired, but I don?t seem to mind
It gets so hard, when what is mine ain't mine
And if I go around myself and stumble in a trap,
Don't bother throwing a line of pity to get me up and take me back
Cause in my bank of conscience, the seeds of sown disdain, through isolated instances,
my innocence remains
God can't be around, promised and ocean and nearly drowned
Kicked repeatedly when down, so I'm through with you!
YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME!!!