Tears on my pillow, swallowing salt
Well I don’t know what is the reason
I just know it’s my fault
Some kind of lover I turned out to be
Baby how can I love you, when I don’t even love me
I’m in trouble, feeling small
Well maybe I’m not Juliet after all
And there are some things that I can’t say
There are words that have no meaning
If you don’t say ’em the right way
And there are things that you shout out
That you just can’t take away
But that’s ok…
It was nothing anyway
Bouquets of poison, violence blooms
Must be 1000 beats of silence
In between rooms
Some kind of trouble you turned out to be
Baby, how can I love you when you don’t really love me
I remember being ten feet tall
But maybe I’m not Juliet after all
And there are some things that I can’t say
There are words that have no meaning
If you don’t say ’em the right way
And there are things that you shout out
That you just can’t take away
But that’s ok…
It was nothing anyway
Broken glass all over the floor
Pick up the pieces of my fairytale and toss ’em out the door
Started from scratch on this puzzle I hatched
You can’t be smooth around the edges if you’re rotten at the core
Looking for lies in a truth I’ve always known
But when you read between the lines, often times it’s folklore
How many times do we wanna believe
But when we wake up, we’re stuck in the same damn dream
Started to slip, tightened my grip
Just enough to make a conscious slip
What if I wake up, afraid to fall
Cuz maybe I’m not Juliet after all
And there are some things that I can’t say
There are words that have no meaning
If you don’t say ’em the right way
And there are things that you shout out
That you just can’t take away
But that’s ok…
It was nothing anyway
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