The Promises They All Make
Keep me locked in waiting for the phone to call. A secret entourage in a relationship. A former child star hiding the secrets from the public. It's a twisted form of love but it isn't really love. We were just friends.
I know there's more to the story but I've got a need for privacy too. Keep everything locked in because this tears the whole family down. Ambulance chasers have got me feeling the need too. Secret love requires feelings too. What can I do in a situation like this? We're both human after all. Even if we're no longer with you. Even if we're no longer among you.
352. 59 to 1. Almost counts as a legacy soon to be forgotten. Teenage girls know your every move. Mime every word in every film. Buy every magazine with your face on the cover. They're so accepting. They make you what you are. Another dark heart gone away. Feels like it's been years the way the radio says your name. I suppose everyone does. Even when it's so close and yet so far.
Become what you are. Leave behind a wasted legacy. They only say they love you when you're dead. If not publicly, then privately. Sad faces on magazines to show the hurt that you've caused. Making their lives so unhappy. She's only 22 and she was 28. The promises they all make when they're young. It's a hard life for the things you know. And the things you want to forget.
I see your face in a magazine and I forget about all the things I used to think about you. The turmoil in torment you have is tearing you apart. But the healing still continues. Why speculate about your weight when there are other things in your life? Too fat, too thin to get into what dress you're in. It just shows we've got nothing to talk about.
I know there's more to the story but I've got a need for privacy too. Keep everything locked in because this tears the whole family down. Ambulance chasers have got me feeling the need too. Secret love requires feelings too. What can I do in a situation like this? We're both human after all. Even if we're no longer with you. Even if we're no longer among you.
352. 59 to 1. Almost counts as a legacy soon to be forgotten. Teenage girls know your every move. Mime every word in every film. Buy every magazine with your face on the cover. They're so accepting. They make you what you are. Another dark heart gone away. Feels like it's been years the way the radio says your name. I suppose everyone does. Even when it's so close and yet so far.
Become what you are. Leave behind a wasted legacy. They only say they love you when you're dead. If not publicly, then privately. Sad faces on magazines to show the hurt that you've caused. Making their lives so unhappy. She's only 22 and she was 28. The promises they all make when they're young. It's a hard life for the things you know. And the things you want to forget.
I see your face in a magazine and I forget about all the things I used to think about you. The turmoil in torment you have is tearing you apart. But the healing still continues. Why speculate about your weight when there are other things in your life? Too fat, too thin to get into what dress you're in. It just shows we've got nothing to talk about.
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