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I still care about Christian
Does he care about me?
When I see him around he looks down,
afraid of what heâll see
And I know thereâs a heaven
that heâs trying to find
But itâs hell that he makes, callous and afraid
of the ones heâs left behind
And the touch of his body, so tender and cruel,
when he made me play girlfriend,
there wasnât much I could do
Heâd come to my garret,
and weâd make something like love
But the flowers he gave me have wilted,
but I keep them, like I keep him
He wants a life after life
But the world he didnât love,
and the one he didnât love
should have been
Night after night
But the world he didnât love,
and the one he didnât love
will never know
paradise
When he makes his confessions,
when he says his prayers
and kneels beside his bed in the moonlight,
is a part of me there?
Heâs taken up with a new girl,
who keeps his conscience clean,
and tells him heâs a keeper,
though I donât know if he knows what that means
- Album:
- Days of Abandon