Here we are again, right where we started. Same place, same time, even our clothes are the same. We sit at the opposite ends of the same table, drinking the same drinks we did then, but we look at each other differently. It’s been a while, what changed?
Remember our first talk? I told you I don’t feel confident to give this a go because I wasn’t what you needed. I was worried you fell for the peel and you wouldn’t like the inside at all. You told me it’s okay and kissed me. I still feel the same way, but this time you won’t kiss my worries away. I’m sorry I cannot ignore how I feel and be what you want me to be. I’m sorry for all the arguments we had in the past.
I’m sorry for some of the things I said to you, I’m sorry for all the lies you fed me. Seems that what I feel is the only truth and so I try to get by on my naïve hope that all will be okay. I don’t want a fairytale gone bad.
But what do you want? I’ve been told what I give out will be what I’ll receive, then why are you so cold when I touch you? You told me to leave my childish naivety behind and grow up, but you never showed me how. Tell me, if I still believe that we can be, will you crucify me for it?
Are you strong enough to hold us up if my naivety is what’s dragging us so close to shattering the frail connection between us? Would you resurrect what we had to do it? Would you start all over again and this time build us so that we could withstand everything? If I told you I am the queen of fools, would you wear the crown and be my king of fools?
Be naïve with me. Believe that we can be. Crucify yourself with me. Wear the crown. Be the king of fools.
14.10.2008
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Remember our first talk? I told you I don’t feel confident to give this a go because I wasn’t what you needed. I was worried you fell for the peel and you wouldn’t like the inside at all. You told me it’s okay and kissed me. I still feel the same way, but this time you won’t kiss my worries away. I’m sorry I cannot ignore how I feel and be what you want me to be. I’m sorry for all the arguments we had in the past.
I’m sorry for some of the things I said to you, I’m sorry for all the lies you fed me. Seems that what I feel is the only truth and so I try to get by on my naïve hope that all will be okay. I don’t want a fairytale gone bad.
But what do you want? I’ve been told what I give out will be what I’ll receive, then why are you so cold when I touch you? You told me to leave my childish naivety behind and grow up, but you never showed me how. Tell me, if I still believe that we can be, will you crucify me for it?
Are you strong enough to hold us up if my naivety is what’s dragging us so close to shattering the frail connection between us? Would you resurrect what we had to do it? Would you start all over again and this time build us so that we could withstand everything? If I told you I am the queen of fools, would you wear the crown and be my king of fools?
Be naïve with me. Believe that we can be. Crucify yourself with me. Wear the crown. Be the king of fools.
14.10.2008
Replica
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