It was late; a Friday night
In the sky, the moon hung low
I remember we were at the fairground and
You said that you had to go
In the sky, the moon hung low
I remember we were at the fairground and
You said that you had to go
But I didn’t notice then
With emotions amplified
I screwed my eyes shut, and I thought about
How you’re never satisfied
I want to care for you
I want to be compelled
But you make this too hard, too complex, and
In the end I’m just repelled
You make this too hard, too complex, and
In the end I’m just repelled
So you left me all alone
In the neon burning glare
I’m crushed, defeated, torn apart,
And everyone can only stare
Now I guess this is the end?
‘Cause the finish line’s in sight
Why did you have to go and trash my dreams
On that fateful Friday night?
I want to care for you
I want to be compelled
But you make this too hard, too complex, and
In the end I’m just repelled
You make this too hard, too complex, and
In the end I’m just repelled
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