the boy in the glass house with a broken Heart
suede
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:::the boy in the glass house with a broken Heart:::
you don't have to Love me.
you don't have to want me back.
i know you've forgotten the way.
it wasn't so long ago,
when you weren't too far away.
it's like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.
i remember this one night...one of the first,
we were out taking pictures in the freezing rain.
we were so new...so young...
i stopped...pulled you in...
and kissed you in front of a shop window.
it didn't last very long, and it never happened again,
though this really did.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.
and you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
i know...you've forgotten your way...back...to me.
i wonder though...if you wonder about me.
well, apparently...apparently not.
it wasn't so long ago,
when you were packing...said you were leaving.
leaving?
this was Home.
you were my Home...
you were my Home...
there were so many things that were never packed away,
but you took them with you...anyway.
everything was left unsaid, you'd just had enough.
enough?
we had barely begun.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've been counting the days.
i know, you don't Love me...how could you possibly?
i admit it, i hold you,
there's a place for you inside despite all of this.
i know you know your way to me,
even if it's just to see what you're not missing.
really, you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
maybe just call me,
say you miss me,
and i can tell you that i miss you back.
so, maybe just call me up and tell me you miss me?
just call me up and tell me you miss me.
i'm still here...collecting stones, the ones i'll never throw.
you know how the saying goes,
"People with broken glass Hearts, shouldn't throw stones."
the throw alone would break it some more.
and i'm still here...just counting these days from my glass home.
and, i wrote this for you,
because i miss you.
because i had to.
maybe...
you miss me, too?
maybe...
you miss me, too.
well...i miss you.
i miss you...
i have to forget you,
because,
you've forgotten me.
oh, and one more thing...
i miss you...
-kNb
you don't have to Love me.
you don't have to want me back.
i know you've forgotten the way.
it wasn't so long ago,
when you weren't too far away.
it's like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.
i remember this one night...one of the first,
we were out taking pictures in the freezing rain.
we were so new...so young...
i stopped...pulled you in...
and kissed you in front of a shop window.
it didn't last very long, and it never happened again,
though this really did.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.
and you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
i know...you've forgotten your way...back...to me.
i wonder though...if you wonder about me.
well, apparently...apparently not.
it wasn't so long ago,
when you were packing...said you were leaving.
leaving?
this was Home.
you were my Home...
you were my Home...
there were so many things that were never packed away,
but you took them with you...anyway.
everything was left unsaid, you'd just had enough.
enough?
we had barely begun.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've been counting the days.
i know, you don't Love me...how could you possibly?
i admit it, i hold you,
there's a place for you inside despite all of this.
i know you know your way to me,
even if it's just to see what you're not missing.
really, you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
maybe just call me,
say you miss me,
and i can tell you that i miss you back.
so, maybe just call me up and tell me you miss me?
just call me up and tell me you miss me.
i'm still here...collecting stones, the ones i'll never throw.
you know how the saying goes,
"People with broken glass Hearts, shouldn't throw stones."
the throw alone would break it some more.
and i'm still here...just counting these days from my glass home.
and, i wrote this for you,
because i miss you.
because i had to.
maybe...
you miss me, too?
maybe...
you miss me, too.
well...i miss you.
i miss you...
i have to forget you,
because,
you've forgotten me.
oh, and one more thing...
i miss you...
-kNb
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