The last thing I wanna do right now
is read your stupid poetry.
Why can't you just tell me what you really
wanna say?
You'd clear your conscience
with words so weak and empty.
but something in your eyes gave you away.
**And I've been lonely
like a silhouette, or a serenade
A heart attack or a man betrayed.
The arms of love are holding me like a
Silhouette, or a serenade.
Is this all you have to say?
This broken boy will hang on every word.
You tell me that you need me while I slowly fall apart.
You'd heal your heartache
with words so cool and callous
but the absence of your tears gave you away.
And all pretty poems have to end
So I say this before I leave
If words are your weapons my dear, I surrender,
surrender.
Silhouette, or a serenade.
A heart attack, or a man betrayed
The arms of love are holding me to you.