Well no shit
I barked more than I ever bit
When in love, I act stupid
It seemed a lot because it is
I dreamed for us, you never did, no
You never did, no
And when you talk, you say a little
Syllables but I love riddles
Try to keep things plain and simple
I dreamed for us, you never did though
You never did, oh no
You're the worst kind of person and the best kind of story
I'll tell it when I'm old and greying
For the birth of a heartache which doesn't hurt much as knowing
I'll never be enough for just one to stay with
And I will turn to religion, I will learn to start praying
Counting all the months that pass when I feel like I'm failing
When all I can manage anymore is just the wailing
Because I'm failing
I'm finally praying, mum
You're the worst kind of person and the best kind of story
I'll tell it when I'm old and greying
For the birth of a heartache which doesn't hurt much
I'll never be enough
I'll never be enough for someone
Well no shit
I barked more than I ever bit
When in love, I act so stupid
It seemed a lot because it is
I dreamed for us, you never did
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PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 18 years old, England.
