Sunday, July 13, 2008

WHAT'S LEFT OF ME

WHAT YOU CAN'T TELL
IS HEAVEN OR HELL
HOW DO I MAKE YOU FEEL
THE DAY OUR LIPS ARE SEALED
THE BEST DAYS IT MAY SEEMS
TURNS OUT WORST IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN
MINE, IS JUST ANOTHER BEDTIME STORY
TALES OF PRIDE, JOY AND GLORY
YOURS, TO YOU IS LIKE A CURSE OF A CENTURY
SHOULD HAVE REMAINED TUCKED 6 FEET BURIED

CHORUS:
I DON'T KNOW, DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
HOW WARM YOU FELT, LIKE THE MONTH OF MAY
I SHOULD HAVE, SHOULD HAVE, ASK YOU TO STAY
BEFORE YOU SLAMMED THE DOOR AND JUST WALKED AWAY

BUT WHAT IF I
SEE(S) HEAVEN THROUGH HELL
HAVE I FELT THE PLEASURES
THROUGH TORMENTS THORNS OF DESIRES
HAVE I PUT MYSELF TO THE TEST
WHEN ABOVE ALL YOU HAVE PROTEST
MINE, IS JUST ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE
LIFE'S THROWN LIKE A GAME OF DICE
YOURS, I KNOW THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO GIVE
BUT I HOPE YOU TO CARRY ME THRU EACH DAY I LIVED

CHORUS

END:
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
IS JUST A MEMORY
AND AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF WHISKEY!.................

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