Your poisoned ideals killed the love I tied to a tree. |
Musicians, They always screw you over in the end, They tell you that they love you That they are all sensitivity, But as you tear away the careful words That melted your heart when they first gave you a whirl You find a lonely boy that got fucked over in the past, A boy that is afraid of being dropped for someone else So he drops the woman before he gets hooked All the while pining for the ultimate girl A Venus who will make him want to change But here is where the irony lies, are you ready for it?: The woman that he pines for, the one he thinks is for him Has a boyfriend that she keeps for safety until the musician gets it, Until he changes and stops playing with girls, until he grows up and becomes a man, They are in this standstill because neither will change, they want the other to do something first, And I was one of the flies in this boys trap, I gobbled up his honey words and looked at him with soft eyes Until the day when I knew it was over, he said it was long before this, But I could tell when he looked at the other girls and chased Rather than stay at looking, So I was dropped now I see for the better And he is still waiting for the other girl While I find other loves he only finds lust and vanity Never will he leave his naivety for what could be true love Opting instead to live with an image of his ultimate girl And hurt every woman in finding it without looking hard enough Do I sound bitter with what I say? I am, but only bitter that I ever allowed him to apply his ideal to me Because the girl that he wants is nothing more than a heart breaker like him And should leave the rest of us alone and they should just stick together in their blindness, leaving us to find true love like me. |