runsong

I've got no more want
for the finer things in your head
or to forgive you
in the warmth of my bed.

I'll cry and I'll scream
I'll curse just to be mean.
Yet it's all these deep feelings
that you will never see.

It's my falling tears
and all the hateful glares
that tell you to hurt me
then try to care

Pay close attention
look me in the eyes
Turn down your radio
and tell me not to cry.

Turn down your radio
I can't hear myself think
Don't break these walls down
Perhaps after another drink
I lay my head down
attempt to get some sleep

Don't dare wake me
while I'm trying to dream.

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I wrote this simple little song ten years ago. It popped into my head recently, so I decided to document it.