Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Beautiful

In my head, I got a picture of you

I keep lookin’ at it – wondering why I keep lovin you the way I do

You’re not true – not even close

But you’re better than those

Who can’t walk my mind;

Or find -

The little place with an empty frame

I wish you’d scribble your name

So that I’d know

That even when you’d go

You’d go only to come back;

In my head, I hear your voice grow louder

I keep hearing what you say – wondering why I love to hear you that way

You’re not true – not even close

Rude shocks coming – I’m now a little numb
Wicked games playing – I play a whole lotta dumb
You see I’m this chick who couldn’t care less
I’ve been this victim of a whole lot of tenderness

Terribly gone wrong, someplace

I swear I had no damning addictions
I didn’t even care for them killer predilections
I was just trying – to setting the record straight
I’ve been accused of hurrying past – but I promised I could wait

But something, it don’t feel so right

I wore my heart on the sleeve, said I was for keeps

me just wanne breaaakkk freee!!! *bawl!!