FORMS OF TORTURE

Throwin’ rocks at your window, hoping you’ll open it for me

Oh for me

You slapped me in my face and said the whole thing was a waste

I disagree

Our frustrated fantasies bleeding crimson with commitment underneath

All we had were hopeful dreams but I awoke alone and incomplete

Can you tell me what I’m thinking?

 

Place the blame, on my shoulders

All the same, mediocre

Played the game, now it’s over

And she became…

My favorite form of torture

 

Call me a bother, you make everything harder than it has to be

Blinded by what you refused to see, oblivious to your own hypocrisy

Clinging on to memories, connected as inseparable enemies

Envisioning the division, the decision of whether to stay or leave

Can you tell me what I’m thinking?

 

Place the blame, on my shoulders

All the same, mediocre

Played the game, now it’s over

And she became…

 

Ohh…

 

I’m sorry that I disagreed

I’ll leave my heart open

It’s ready to get broken…

 

Place the blame, on my shoulders

All the same, mediocre

Played the game, now it’s over

And she became…

My favorite form of torture

 

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