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Blake Lewis

Wasted Love

 

Wasted Love

(album: Wanderlust Unknown - 2020)


I let my guard down
Hoping she'd be my everything
What a joyous sound
Like a skylark when she sings
My heart was in the right place
But my brain was not intact
I listen very closely
Misconstruing lies for facts in love

How could I be blind by false maturity
Heaven only knows that I've shown my insecurities
Now, my friends think I'm a fool to want you back
I'd probably agree but the sex keeps me attached so

Why do we try?
Why keep a broken love alive
Hoping for ever happily

In fantasies, seeing is believing what you wanna see
And we dare to call it love
In reality, if I could stop the feeling washing over me
I would finally have enough of your
Wasted love, wasted love
Wasted love, wasted love

Never skipped a beat
Hoping she'd make me feel complete
History repeats like a tide washed out to see
Attracted when I met you, flustered me I must confess
But your disguise it crumbled, it revealed all of your mess and

I'm not your dad, your doctor or your little tool
Hoping I would fix all the hurt you hold inside of you
Now I've learned to take care of what is best for me
Sadly I'm afraid that your just another ex to me

Why do we try?
Why keep a broken love alive
Hoping for ever happily?

In fantasies, seeing is believing what you wanna see
And we dare to call it love
In reality, if I could stop the feeling washing over me
I would finally have enough of your
Wasted love, wasted love
Wasted love, wasted love

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