Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Open Door

Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Should have let you fall
Lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing we're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late

Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And you're too late

So don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over - It's over
How could I have burned paradise
How could I - You were never mine

So don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind

1 Comments:

Anonymous Gene said...

I love that song. God her voice is so soothing yet haunting at the same time. Very much like Delores O'Riordan (The Cranberries).

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