It was always my fault to send letters
I gave you flowers you never wanted
But I'm not going to mince matters
Your lovely smiling face is haunted
I wrote poems and you just laughed
But I didn’t stoped, just for me
I like writing ‘bout a girl I loved
And the man I would like to be
You know I’ll survive your abasement
Even though you try to look nice
You’re the novel but I’m the supplement
And your love isn’t able to rise
Paperboy, Paperboy
The one you’re able to destroy
And you always look so fine
But your kind is going to decline
Well I hope you’ll find your way
I got mine, and I will stay
I never cried in front of your picture
I’ve never dreamed of that day
I might told my friends I miss her
But then I drunk my thoughts away
A song about you, that’s all I can do
I wrote it with heart I sang it with power
Because my feelings seemed to be true
I might never send to you any flower
But I know you noticed that I loved you
Paperboy, Paperboy
The one you’re might be able to destroy
And you’ve always looked so fine
But your kind was going to decline
Well you never found your way
I found mine, and you drowned yourself away
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 20.05.2006.
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