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April 28, 2008
Lyric by Matthew: Fool
What the hell is this game that you're playin' -- makin' all the rules?
I'm sick and tired of this bitter rejection.
Am I some fuckin' fool?
You want it all so easy -- got nothin' to give.
The pool of tears has dried.
What was left just died; you threw it away.
On a lonely Saturday evenin' you call me on the phone,
Sayin' that you wanna be with me; don't deserve to be alone.
Then on Sunday mornin' you're with somebody else --
Givin' yourself -- givin' up yourself.
I can go to hell for all you care.
I'm just a charity case -- wrong time right place.
No, I'll never be good enough for you.
Throw this dog a bone -- call me on the telephone.
I'm the ultimate loser and you know that it's true -- just throw me away.
Know that I'd never desert you but I'm so God damned tired.
I've given every last bit 'a what's left to you.
Every time that I try to get closer you just turn your back.
That's when I realize, what you give back ain't true.
I'm just a charity case -- wrong time right place.
No, I'll never be good enough for you.
Throw this dog a bone -- call me on the telephone.
I'm the ultimate loser and you know that it's true -- a waste of your time.
Copyright: Matthew Wilson, 2008. From the forthcoming album tentatively titled "G[o]od". Lyrics subject to change.
Posted by i220 at April 28, 2008 08:20 AM