el gibrany

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did
You fell so hard
I’ve learned the hard way, to never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I lose my way
And it’s not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that’s weakness in your eyes
I’m forced to fake, a smile, a laugh
Every day of my life
My heart can’t possibly break
When it wasn’t even whole to start with

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I watched you die
I heard you cry
Every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry
In the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I tried my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don’t know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I’m ashamed of my life because it’s empty
Because of you
I am afraid

Because of you
Because of you

We skipped a light fandango, Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick, But the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder, As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink, The waiter brought a tray.

And so it was that later, As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason, And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards, And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open, They might just as well have been closed.

And so it was later, As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale.

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