LYRIC FOR SALE

By Shearart

A woman convinced against their will
is of the same opinion still
and she won’t budge, and she won’t budge
cos she don’t care, and she won’t share
and I don’t know because she won’t show
the things inside that seem to collide
the things inside - the things inside that always collide

upload to memory before it’s too late
winding me up is something she enjoys
never let her push me to take the bate
no matter what excuse she employs

I will desire but never yearn
all those things we never learn
about each other when times go by
before they fade before they die

A woman convinced against their will
is of the same opinion still
and she won’t budge, and she won’t budge
cos she don’t care, and she won’t share
and I don’t know because she won’t show
the things inside that seem to collide
the things inside - the things inside that always collide

hate is akin to love - all we need is a little shove
which way will we go do you really want to know
I despair that you nonchalantly don’t care
But there is a secret garden maybe one day I will meet you there

I promise I will always be wanting while you are breathing
the thought of us together is so appealing
the price is bigger than the prize could ever be
but the cause is just, and love is a must

I will want but never yearn
all those things we never learn
about each other when time goes by
before they fade before they die

A woman convinced against their will
is of the same opinion still
and she won’t budge, and she won’t budge
cos she don’t care, and she won’t share
and I don’t know because she won’t show
the things inside that seem to collide
the things inside - the things inside that always collide