Lyrics:
D. Dubs:
I used to smile a lot but it’s upside down,
like this world that I see it now matches this frown,
and I’m not one to cry so as rain hits the ground,
I’d rather drown in that than have these tears around,
so now I’m surrounded by this love I found,
but there’s no girl here and now I don’t feel sound,
like I gave some my heart just to have it crushed more,
so I know I’ll live once but have died much more,
and this hill that I’m climbing does not have a peak,
so with my eyes closed how do I know what I seek,
see I know that I’m me and for some I am weak,
but if they tried to kiss me now I’d turn another cheek,
cause look- we have all been there,
but no one but myself could be this sincere,
so if you ain’t listen to your heart I’m glad,
cause you were bad for me when I’d of been the best thing you ever had…
DelinQuent:
They say listen and you learn, guess you learn by getting burned/
See there ain’t much to earn, what I’ve learned is it ain’t worth/
The heartache and the pain, the hardest part is waaaaking/
Up every day, lookin at a face/
Knowing that you’ll never have, and all the time you spent on that/
You will never have it back, feel like no one has ya back/
And when you think you’re fine, she comes runnin thru ya mind/
And ya back to square one, i say love is random/ Like ya never know what you have till it’s gone/
And them I’m gone, yeah going, going, gone/
Thought we was going strong, I guess we was going wrong/
But ya kept me in the dark, don’t dare say we couldn’t talk/
Phone goes both ways, mine never rang/
And I think it’s lame, that I hold the blame/
And you are still my jewel but I’m sick of foolish games/
Listen to your heart? Fuck that it’s lame/
D. Dubs:
Now there isn’t much left of me to upset,
I've been put through the wringer and haven’t dried just yet,
see, she was a failure-or maybe much less,
but I stayed by her side and hoped for my success,
and was stripped of everything like I had to undress,
and I’ll respond just the same ask if I’m done yes,
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place,
a catch-22 wanting you makes the scars ache,
and now my heart-I guess the prognosis,
is positive, I worked it into fibrosis,
caring too much being blinds the diagnosis,
the door was ripped from the hinges but I’ll close this,
even though it hurts more it’s the thorn in the roses,
and I suppose this had to be addressed these words are the postage,
and to forget you at night you will never know the dosage…
PRops to DQ for the mixing and feature on this, all feedback is greatly appreciated
