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Speak with your tongue tied, I know that you’re tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be sad, But I’m not weak, This situation is bleak And your puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside. Chorus: Until Sunday I’ll be waiting for an answer I guess that yesturday’s not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you
Drown your fears with me I’m feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don’t need The sadness they have seen But you’re way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can’t find The moment you said goodbye Chorus This is becoming a problem I’m hurting it’s unfair But somehow your words, The way that I heard are haunting me, You’re under my skin You’re breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights Are starting to cave in, You’re under my skin You’re breaking in And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to loose
i hate this song-secondhand serenade
gothgirl added this comment 2008-08-07 03:12:25-05:00
aww this is great Leah :)x
gothgirl added this comment 2008-08-07 03:12:25-05:00
aww this is great Leah :)x