I used to listen to your heart,
listen to the way it beat,
listen to the way it spoke to me
as if I were the only one who could understand
I was your biggest fan
I spun in circles for you
even when you held me upside down
instead of close and true
there wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you
but it was never enough
and you were never all that tough
only hard to motivate
always had me standing right outside your gate
my foot prints are a permeant part of your welcome mat
but I’m never coming back
unless its in the form of a dream
well, more like a nightmare
but they aren’t to-be-taken-light-mares
no, they are wake-me-in-the-middle-of-the-night-mares
the I-don’t-want-to-wake-up-without-in-my-sight-mares
I’m the minor demon on your shoulder when you wake
the cold sweat that makes you quake
I am the hit you take
and every promise that you break
I am your bad side
every part of you that you wish would die
but we both know you’ll never forget
you always were one to regret
because you never listen to you heart,
listen to the way it beats
listen to the way it speaks
its song is only noise to you
you’ll never learn what it means to be true
i should have never called you my boo.
