03 febrero 2008

My Interpretation

You talk about life you talk about death
and everything in between
like its nothing
and the words are easy
you talk about me and talk about you
and everything i do
like it something
that needs repeated
i don't need an alibi or for you to realise
the things we left unsaid
are only taking space up in our head
make it my fault win the game
point the finger place the blame
it does me up and down
it doesn't matter now

'coz i don't care if i ever talk to you again
this is not about emotion
i don't need a reason not to care what you say
or what happened in the end
this is my interpretation
and it don't don't make sense

the first to wish to count to ten
i hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen
does it really matter
if half of what you said is true
and half of what i didn't do
could be different would it make it better
if we forget the things we know
would we have somewhere to go
the only way is down i can see that now

'coz i don't care if i ever talk to you again
this is not about emotion
i don't need a reason
not to care what you say
or what happened in the end
this is my interpretation
and it don't dont make sense.

MIKA