The twinkle of your eyes i was blinded by again they look so accusingly at a tired broken friend your heart was torn apart again so you take it out on me I really wish you would see the mistakes your makeing
i'm not blame, its still not my fault i was only there to break your fall but you blame me for it all i just dont understand i'm doing all I can I wish you could see what its doing to me but it ust isnt enough for little miss perfection
your fumming out loud again, bubbling, bursting, and aiming for my head you want me dead though I stood for you you step out of line and i pulled you back i should be getting your thanks but i only get a look of pain your hate comes to me This isn't what i was ment to be
i'm not blame, its still not my fault i was only there to break your fall but you blame me for it all i just dont understand i'm doing all I can i wish you could see what its doing to me but it ust isnt enough for little miss perfection
And now you telling me whom I'm supposed to be though here you are with the lowest selfestem i was your friend, but i'm sorry this has to be the end you are done with your self and gave up on me this was the sorry end i knew we would see
i'm not blame, its still not my fault i was only there to break your fall but you blame me for it all i just dont understand i'm doing all I can i wish you could see what its doing to me but it ust isnt enough for little miss perfection
i used to think that one day your hand would be in mine but you took my heart and broke it open spilling out my love you read my thoughts and they plaed into your hand i wish i'd seen I was part of your plan
i'm not blame, its still not my fault i was only there to break your fall but you blame me for it all but now i understand that doing all I can could never be enough for little miss perfection
O, holding off curses was rather hard, as this happened to me.
I used to have a band......not anymore though. Our drumer moved to ohio, i mean come one! Currently looking for a new one....not wokring. The last kid who tryed out had no 4-limb freedom.
Meaning his feet and hands were like wired together.
Not a bad song, I think you may have repeated the chorus more than necessary, but not too bad. The rhyme scheme was scattered and so was the meter. Alot of songs today would have some sort of fill or riff to plug in for a short line.