I feel like a music box
Splurging out the same constant tune
Over and over
You hated the music,
You turned away and looked for something more pleasing
Something that didn't make your mind boggle
I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was giving you such a migraine
Who would've thought that we had the same tastes
But I was too bland
My glasses weren't nice enough
My clothes weren't neat enough
I wasn't pleading to you anymore
And you were walking away now
YOU ARE READING
Hard Times
Poezja"Nobody said it was easy, nobody said it would be this hard" The Scientist, Coldplay All she wanted was a happy ending with him
