personal

Florrie

I took a walk outside
You were asleep with your head upon my pillow
I watched the fear leave your eyes
I felt a revolution starting as I tiptoed

And there s a method to my madness
I can t find the words, I don t speak your language
And it s my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened

Cause maybe this time it s personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can t you tell
That maybe this time it s permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

Was I so misunderstood?
You covered up my doubts and push?d away the silence
Th?re was a time we were good
But all your growing insecurities defined us

And there s a method to my madness
I can t find the words, I don t speak your language
And it s my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened

Cause maybe this time it s personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can t you tell
That maybe this time it s permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

And
Cause I don t want forever if forever is gone
And
Cause somewhere in the middle is not where I belong

Oh, maybe this time it s personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can t you tell
That maybe this time it s permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it s personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it s personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it s personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it s personal)