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Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Title: Bruised. Wrriten By: Eleanor Diplock.

Sieve it through treat it as if has no meaning,
treat it like a mumble of other words,
I don't want to have to let you down,
I don't want to have to let you go

Let me remember how we were,
all we were, have and could of been
If you ever come back,
If you ever come back,
will you remember me?
as I were or how I should be?

Chorus: I'll never leave your side,
help me forget,
nostalgia stitches me through my eyes,
I could of been better for you,
stronger, but I was always a fool,
afraid and weak because of you

We used to sit and smoke and self-expire
word's you never said were as distant as the fire,
If I were brave enough to ask you to stay,
I doubt you'd approve in any other way,
a kiss on my lips pulls me down,
the way you bite my tongue,
anchors me away


Ending: Cause I don't want to let you down,
or to let you go,
bruised is my  mind and blue is my all.

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