Playing Grounds

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

well someday i'll be
and sooner or later
i'll raise up my hand
to give my surrender

but these games we play
will always remain in our hearts, in our minds
in all that we say
whether wrong or just right
whatever we need, I concede.

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

there's not much in me
left to consider
i'll wither in time
and won't be remembered

but these games we play
will always remain in our hearts, in our minds
in all that we say
whether wrong or just right
whatever we need, I concede.

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

until then i'll play along
till the day comes i can't take anymore
of this premature feeling
lost for words or rhythm
to this premature feeling
i've grown with, now i'm letting go.
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"playing grounds" by L.K. Sison & Shari Dy Ong.

Vain

up so early in the morning
yet you came so late
you call yourself to hurry
though you never really care

your worries are too little
these things you love to hate
you pull yourself to wonder
what bothers you everytime

nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain
and it's getting on my nerves
youre driving me insane

nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain
and it never stops with you
it's flowing through your veins.

how'd you turn this shit on
a ring on the cellphone
and you'd go hello like you have all attention
the smell of your perfume
the best of creation
may i debrief you the laws of attraction
you always got your hair fixed
always got the right mix
not a spot on your face that you leave on
and when everybody stares
like everbody cares
you fall in love with yourself too soon

Nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain.
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"Vain" by L.K. Sison