It doesn’t matter that I never said
the words you wanted to hear
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t try
to silence all your fears
It doesn’t matter that you tried too hard
to change the way I live
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t get
the best I’ve got to give
the words you wanted to hear
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t try
to silence all your fears
It doesn’t matter that you tried too hard
to change the way I live
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t get
the best I’ve got to give
It doesn’t matter that the time we shared
was mostly in a bed
It doesn’t matter that the words I write
are for someone else instead
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t try
to put a little faith in me
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t trust you
with all the secrets I keep
was mostly in a bed
It doesn’t matter that the words I write
are for someone else instead
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t try
to put a little faith in me
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t trust you
with all the secrets I keep
It doesn’t matter if it was only lust
that I ever I felt for you
It doesn’t matter if I never said it
but the love I made was true
It doesn’t matter who was wrong
and it doesn’t matter who was right
It doesn’t matter anymore girl
- now we’re both lonely tonight...
that I ever I felt for you
It doesn’t matter if I never said it
but the love I made was true
It doesn’t matter who was wrong
and it doesn’t matter who was right
It doesn’t matter anymore girl
- now we’re both lonely tonight...
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4 comments:
Almost feels like you're getting to the angry stage!
xxoo
no... just didn't get any last night... and I didn't want to go out and have to look for it - too cold... and this is the part that sucks about the whole thing... other than that - I'm good.
once again, beautifully written...
~*~
in matters of the heart, Poet,
nothing else matters in the end
but that one heart finds another
and they connect for whatever time they have...
~*~
everything else is only set dressing
~*~
each of us faces a choice whenever love beckons:
~*~
shall we merely dress the set for the play
~*~
or shall we become actors on that lonely stage?
~*~
M
well- dear Dash
Not getting any has become a past time at this household!
Isn't that what imagination is all about?
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