Left Standing Here

I call your name
But it didn't feel the same
These words have gone and changed
The things I say don't mean a thing anymore

And the voices they sing, they soften
And the tears they may fall more often
And you say that you hear my calling
Summer's gone and the fall has fallen

You're a fountain of blood
But you just don't bleed
You think you can't feel
Yet you're full of greed
You're a needle, you're a thorn
You're the noise that you mourn
And I hope that you feel it all

Wherever you might go
You'll just carry me from home
I just hope that all these words
Dig into you, hope it hurts
So I see you're leaving now
Good luck with all you've got
I'm a poet you're a freak
In my songs you cannot speak



Credits
Writer(s): Onat önol
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