Stupid, Stupid Thing

 Stupid, Stupid Thing

~Miss A

I told you not to hold me
You didn’t hear.
I told you “don’t hold me”
You didn’t care.
Baby, I knew I was never
In this game.
All you signed predictions
Were so lame. 

How could you believe,
That you got my heart?
I kept promising, when I kept promising
I would break you apart.
I hope I knew this before
I’m half apart from your love.
I hope I wasn’t like this,
Flying high, a confused dove. 

I know I’m playing with your heart
It would hurt so bad,
But you don’t understand that
You’re so crazy, it’s mad.
And I’m not even lying
When I tell you everyday
But you keep on trying
Baby I’m not but I still feel fake. 

You’re such a stupid, stupid thing
I mean it.
When I say it’s a stupid, stupid game,
I mean it.
And when I’m saying it’s all fake
Listen to me, I ain’t lying.
You are a stupid, stupid tame,
I mean it. 

All I know is, all these voices
Tell me to stop pretend.

And I’m explaining to you all these things bravely,
Hoping you’ll see all that intend.
I beg for your curses,
I beg for all those lines,
When you’ll understand
That all this time, 

I’ve been honest, I’ve been faithful
My jokes bad witted maybe, but lines of wine
I thought you were clever
But why have you been so blind?
When the glass will fall, it will shatter
The pieces will cut the line
You’ve been holding, but I already left the rope
Now why are you holding my hand? 

Oh Silly Silly Boy!
Why do you try? So hard.
When I hind you things have fallen apart
You know better that part!
I’ve shown you the trembling cart
I made you see how I pushed the glass!
One thing about lying, I lie rarely,
All the jokes you’re laughing at, are true. 

You’re such a stupid, stupid thing
I don’t know what to do with this,
When I say it’s a stupid, stupid game
I’m trying to explain.
And when I’m saying it’s all fake
It’s a scene with the perfect cut, no retake.
You’re such a stupid, stupid tame
You’ve tamed me, but leaving your hand is a piece of cake.

 

 

 

 

 

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