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Saint Saviour

Woman Scorned

 

Woman Scorned


Times you wore angel eyes,
but I picked out those lies,
the cries of a sinner,
disguises are thinner when you're closer,
times we were synchronized but I felt all those ties dissolve in the winter,
now I must begin again,
to be frozen.

So leave town, turn around,
Don't let those feet touch the ground,
Turn tail, hit the trail,
Spin the wheel and set the sails,
'Cos I don't love
No I don't love,
No I don't love,
No I don't love,
you,
you,
you,
you.

These are the words of a woman scorned
Hell hath no fury and I still feel burned
If time is a healer then give me a day
So I can learn how to walk away.

Time was you'd act so surprised.
but I saw through those sighs, the time I was woken,
and now you have spoken,
I hear you loud and clear.

Years before I realized, but now I'm old and wise,
and you're looking younger,
but my heart is stronger, it goes on without you dear.

So burn this town to the ground, what you lost is what I found
Now it's mine to hold and keep, as you sow so you shall reap
Now I don't love,
No I don't love,
No I don't love,
No I don't love,
you,
you.

These are the words of a woman scorned,
hell hath no fury but I still feel burned,
if time is a healer then give me day, so I can learn how to walk away,
these are the words of a woman scorned,
hell hath no fury yet I still feel burned.

These are the words of a woman scorned,
hell hath no fury but I still feel burned,
if time is a healer then give me day, so I can learn how to walk away,
these are the words of a woman scorned,
hell hath no fury yet I still feel burned.

Can I be forgiven for losing my faith in me?
In me.

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