"Mourning Eyeliner" genre: Shoegazer
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	This song describes a tragedy of fate.
	Credits: Lyrics and Music: Randy Tyler
	Lyrics You said that you cared and it seemed that you would, but your silence speaks more than your words ever could, and you say that you'll call, but you won't, yet I'll wait, and I'll sit here and ponder my tragic fate, because once more I find myself playing the fool to the doubts of a girl that I'd never deem cruel, yet twice in the time of less than one year I find myself heartbroken chest filled with fear because I know soon enough that another like you will come running along and seem lovely and true, and once more I'll fall for her, once more I'll wait, and once more she won't call, confirming my fate. I hate these lies, I hate these games. I hate your smile and your pretty face. I can't wait for this facade to be cleared, because I fell and you disappeared. I hate your kiss, I hate your eyes, I hate the way that you never tried. I hate your laziness and all that you do but I hate myself most for dwelling on you... You claim to be caring, but that's just a lie as you can't even look at me straight in the eye to tell me it's over, to tell me it's through, just letting me dwell on what could be with you. I can't stand this waiting, this anguish or this silence; the lack of attention you give me is heartless. I just want an answer, I want to be sure that you're giving up on me and you'll be here no more, so that I can go look for another like you to come running along and seem lovely and true, and once more I'll fall for her, once more sit and wait, and once more she won't call, confirming my fate. My messages left were always a clue. I never understood what you wanted me to do. Now it's all gone, now I feel nothing. My vigor's been sapped, there should have been something, just something, between us. There's got to be someone to answer my calls, someone who will not run away once again without telling me why when my lips taste of love, that love always dies. The sunlight is blocked in by your stained glass window. Doubled over by my hangover. Ignoring bedtime leads to morning eyeliner. Entropy=withering; jealousy=crying; irony=laughing; tragedy=dying.

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