If somebody told me the truth would have hurt me I wouldn’t place the blame cause nobody’s perfect. But you played a cold game & it left you lonely now you only have yourself to blame for the fact that you blown it.
So guess the game is up now & I was a fool to love ya. The consequences… look now.All this hate for one another. So this is the last time I tried to make it work. You should think of it as a lesson learned. Betrayed your one and only.The tears fell.. now you’re lonely.Now you wanna blame the world? Build the walls, tear em down. It’s your fault when you hit the ground.Now you wanna blame the world? You never listen & now you’re all ears? Cause you know what you’re missing & nothing else compares.
When the wheels were in motion, I gave you control. I let this heart open & this ship went cold. So guess the game is up now & I was a fool to love ya. The consequences, look now. All this hate for one another…So this is the last time I tried to make it work. this is the last time I put you first
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it