Monologue For An Old True Love

Tell me how I play around
So you say "I don't want you"
Go and play your little game
But still I'm going to haunt you now

Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes

Every time you miss the point
Yet every time you scold me
Talking so self-righteously
'Bout everything you showed me, boy

Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes

And still you spirit comes to me
You were the one for life
You brightened up the sun for me
Even through all the fights

This is not 'bout what we see
A silhouette or colour
This is not 'bout gaining points
But loving one and other


Boy, say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got then 'round your little finger
Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
The pattern it was in full swing, yeah
Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got then 'round your little finger