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Oh once she got ya,
She got ya good.
Reluctant?
Hesitant?
Its only natural.
But oh,
Once the claws take hold,
Once the jaws get bold,
The real trouble begins!
When the chips fall,
You’re still an addict
For her love
And her touch.
Did Sadie get you too?
Did you think yourself big?
She really is the greatest though,
That’s a fact, jack.
And now I’m just another
One of her junkies,
Bent outta shape,
looking for a fix
and
Just one moment more of this
Terrible sting I call love,
This arrow in my soul,
This bitter blue explosion
Of joy and hurt
Expressed in blood
And these words
On a page,
Meaningless to all
But me.
For you,
They’re empty
But I cannot ascribe fault.
You never meant to hurt me.
So I lay awake,
Morning and night,
Hugging my shame
And cursing my game
Under the oath of a feeling
I should just make disappear.
Ah! How vain an undertaking :-D!
How useless the endeavor!
I’d just as well split the seas
And cure all disease,
Because at least then
I’d be a hero.
Vainglory, the martyred Broken Heart.
Insane story, the boy who chased a shadow,
Eyes at the end, feet at the start,
Gaze stuck to the clouds
And the cursed apparition
Of an Angel
From heaven.
One she got ya,
she got ya.
She got ya good.
Reluctant?
Hesitant?
Its only natural.
But oh,
Once the claws take hold,
Once the jaws get bold,
The real trouble begins!
When the chips fall,
You’re still an addict
For her love
And her touch.
Did Sadie get you too?
Did you think yourself big?
She really is the greatest though,
That’s a fact, jack.
And now I’m just another
One of her junkies,
Bent outta shape,
looking for a fix
and
Just one moment more of this
Terrible sting I call love,
This arrow in my soul,
This bitter blue explosion
Of joy and hurt
Expressed in blood
And these words
On a page,
Meaningless to all
But me.
For you,
They’re empty
But I cannot ascribe fault.
You never meant to hurt me.
So I lay awake,
Morning and night,
Hugging my shame
And cursing my game
Under the oath of a feeling
I should just make disappear.
Ah! How vain an undertaking :-D!
How useless the endeavor!
I’d just as well split the seas
And cure all disease,
Because at least then
I’d be a hero.
Vainglory, the martyred Broken Heart.
Insane story, the boy who chased a shadow,
Eyes at the end, feet at the start,
Gaze stuck to the clouds
And the cursed apparition
Of an Angel
From heaven.
One she got ya,
she got ya.