Andy Lyle

What use

Born in Ireland






What use to me is your body
If your mind is off elsewhere
What use to me are your kisses
If you really do not care
What use to me are your promises
That you don't intend to keep
I might as well get wasted
And go and fall asleep

What use to me are the photographs
That you dared to share with me
You never meant to stay that long
This now I plainly see
What use are all the memories
Deep inside my head
Of good times we were making
I might as well be dead

What use are tears on pillows
Or aching in my heart
They would not stop you leaving
We would still end up apart
I'll harden up the next time
Won't let my feelings free
Sorry if I seem so distant
 I've been hurt before you see



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