I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. Imafraid to die in Staten Island, I can not lie to you. But I will never say Imsorry for knowing when I have been true. So say it like you mean it so I can forget that love isnt ali have here and buried in my chest. Say it like you mean it, but dont do it for me. Forget this sense of urgency so I can sleep. Its just a matter of time, so dont hold on. I guess I never told you just how much I can do with my hands tied behind my back: just enough to hold my tongue long enough to know it hurts. You said: You said it your self- I wouldnt miss me either. So I dont feel a thing when I tell you its over. Its over.
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