The Melodramatic Pt. VI

It was pictures and politics
a lovely time
What’s wrong with it?
I watche dmyself with you
and saw all the things
I put you through.
I felt a change in the weather.
I always said,
“Never ever rely upon
Solid ground to hold you up
when you are coming down.”
Cause I am the burning, broken, cadence
And I’ll run you down
Don’t turn around
This is my warning.
And I will
Learn to never say
Never ever to a girl
That belongs in simple songs
of right and wrongs.
Cause I am the burning, broken, cadence
and I’ll run you down
Don’t turn around
This is my warning to you.
Oh, the rhythm wears me out.
The cadence of this burning, broken song
I sing myself.