The bottle broke in the streets
as I ran from you
I was so confused
my love died an now
I don't know how to survive
in a way
that will have me bringing flowers
out of this pain
Oh I will make it go away
with whatever I use to
not feel this way on my
heart you can never see the real me
because you all played me
when I was not looking
Now what I see is a number right
but have the time the
phone shut down and man
is so medicaid that he doesn't even realize that I am unhappy
being overloaded by his presence
an love
Oh he can't show me what they took
from
so he lives in the shadows of that bar or lounge
night ofter night
by that piano
playing a tune but I walk in he stops
and he and I both know
no one in at this time has every made it right.
So people say get a new but those
are just words in the wind
when the new don't want to be gotten
and my flowers hit the ground and my bottle brakes as I run in the streets
to no where lost again
Because of all of there misunderstands.
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