Saturday, March 28, 2009

Use And Throw

[Intro]

All I wanted was to make you happy,

But I have failed in every attempt.

Am I so bad that she replaced me?

It’s my heart, not your house at rent!

You can’t hurt me; you have no right to do that.

I’m not gonna cry, what are you looking at?

 

[Verse 1]

I’ll keep on trying, I’m not dying

Go away! I’ll be fine.

Don’t try to fight it, you don’t have to like it

Go away! Be unkind.

 

[Chorus]

Do you think of me as a use and throw?

If you don’t need me, just make me go!

Pierce my brain; Cut my vein,

Use my head and throw me in the rain!

And one day, you’ll surely see,

She can never love you more than me.

But why do you care?

You may be having better things to do.

And yet, I can’t help but be in love with you!

 

[Verse 2]

Thanks for everything, Thanks for nothing;

Go away, don’t hear me sing.

Thanks for pretending, Thanks for hurting;

Go away and give her your ring.

 

[Chorus]

Do you think of me as a use and throw?

If you don’t need me, just make me go!

Hold her, hug her, kiss her and love her,

I don’t give a damn; you don’t know who I am.

But one day, you’ll surely see,

She can never love you more than me.

But why do you care?

You may be having better things to do.

And yet, I can’t help but be in love with you!

 

[Bridge]

You said I was the best,

Then I wonder what makes her better?

No way! Whatever! Whatever!

Stop this nonsense, stop your acting.

You’re a lie, you’re a drama king.

Go away! Whatever! Whatever!

My eyes have dried, I don’t feel a thing.

I’ve become totally numb; I can’t feel your sting!

 

[Chorus]

Do you think of me as a use and throw?

If you don’t need me, just make me go!

Pierce my brain; Cut my vein,

Use my head and throw me in the rain!

And one day, you’ll surely see,

She can never love you more than me.

But why do you care?

You may be having better things to do.

And yet, I can’t help but be in love with you!

Copyright © Anushya Bernard 2009 (India; anushya.me@hotmail.com)

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