Come Hither.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

 
Turned tables.



My HW111 Partner In Crime,
"We're practically in the same shit."



Monday, Tuesday, we were cool. Wednesday, I found out 'bout you.
Caught my heart by tellin' lies. You weren't what you advertised.

But silly me to believe I was unique. When I'm there, you put on a show.

'Cause what's true about you? Who are you when I'm gone?
Wanted to be with you, don't know what I was on.

Do you know how hard I've tried to become what you want me to be?

Take me, this is all that I've got. This is all that I'm not, all that I'll ever be.
I've got flaws, I've got faults.
We all have our scars.

Come on, just let it go. These are things you can't control.
Your expectations, your explanations, don't make sense to me.

'Cause you got me to forget me, forget him.
You know that's true.



I'm takin' all that I learned from you,
I'll make it something I'll never do.
I can't be who you are,
You taught me how to break a heart.




You weren't what you advertised.

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