Lyrics
I'm knocked down by her pretty blue eyes. I miss her tonight. Can she feel how I'm feeling tonight, feeling alone? Will she be true to what she speaks or will it end in "I tried?"
Is this a test, is this a trial? Why, it is always this way. I'm so tired, so sick and tired of these lies. Here we go, take another round, a stab at me. Is this a game or is she right?
There's a peice of me I can't believe: it could be alright. Can she feel her insides, is she lonely tonight? Will she be true to what she speaks or will it end in I tried?
What will I find? Will she write?
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