Roses

How many times can you twist the knife, I'd like to know
My back is sore and your wrist must be tired, I think it's time you go
But every time I try to kick you out of my life
You put on another show
I leap from my seat, throw roses at your feet and
I clap 'til my hands are numb
You take a bow and I pull the knife out and suddenly we're having fun

I guess it's my fault
Yeah, it's my fault
For letting you in
So many times, yeah
It's my fault
It's my fault
For making myself believe all of your lies

After the encore, I run to the door
You stop me say you need a friend
So I turn around and I sit back down and wait to be hurt again

I guess it's my fault
Yeah, it's my fault
For letting you in so many times
No, it's your fault
Yeah, it's your fault
For telling all of your fantastic

What else do you want?
I have nothing left to give you
You stole it all away, and you didn't even stay
I even watched you go
Sneaking, stealing through the night
I turned on the light, so you could have a guide
And waved goodbye

When you're happy
There's no need for me
So I'll wait in the crowd again
'Till you need a friend



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Writer(s): Taylor Quinn
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