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As the cold blows over us
you start to sweat, yet I hold you close
then when the tides change you start to drown
I'll be your life vest and hold you up
when you slip and fall I'll still be your crutch
when we lose it all I'll still be your bank
but it doesn't matter now,
'cause you left me anyhow


now its time for you to learn
the shit I dealt with to keep you straight
there is no more fucking around
my pinned up anger is now your fate
I sat and listened to you, but
now it's my turn to spit it back
time for me to move on...


(C)You raise me up, but then you hold me down
I'm like a turntable, you spin me round and round
the metaphors, they keep on pouring down
it's time for me to go
it's sayonara now


you're sitting there, as I pack my bags
not a single word, for my years of pain


in the call that's love, you just kept breaking up
time to end this shit and move along


(C)You raise me up, but then you hold me down
I''m like a turntable, you spin me round and round
tried to hold you close, but you just turned away
so here's a "fuck" to you,
don't need you anyway


[guitar solo]


(C) (whispering) you raise me up, but then you hold me down
I'm like a turntable, you spin me round and round
(loud again) I tried so hard to make you understand
we don't see eye to eye, so this is our goodbye


(C) you raise me up, but then you hold me down
I'm like a turntable, you spin me round and round
I tried so hard to make you understand
we don't see eye to eye
so this is our goodbye

you can also find this on young writers society. i posted it there quite a while ago.