Passing street lamps on a road to nowhere,
they fade to the distance just like these memories.
I'll just drive west with no end point in mind,
until this city is far behind.
Holding on to smiles and laughs,
our silence is why we're both to blame.
You say it's not my fault,
but the look in your heart tells a different story.
Let's make a deal,
I'll keep pretending I'm okay,
if you keep saying you really cared.
I'll keep driving and singing to songs,
with each passing horizon
it gets easier because you were right,
I deserve better than this.
1 comment:
"You say it's not my fault,
but the look in your heart tells a different story.
Let's make a deal,
I'll keep pretending I'm okay,
if you keep saying you really cared."
These lines catch my attention. Yeah, sometimes it's so hard to see through everything but even worst if thing gets too detailed and because of that, some willing to see less rather than more.
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