She's Not Me, You're Not Him, I'm Not Her Lyrics

She's not me, You're not him, I'm not her.
Written by: Angela McClelland
18/06/06

There was nothing I could do,
To stop him from seeing you,
There was nothing I could say,
To keep his heart with me,
There was nothing I could do,
To stop him from loving you,
There was nothing I could say,
Behind the blinding jealousy.

Cold, with condense,
From my conscience,
Drips away the pain,
With Time,
My mind,
Will stitch together my heart again,
Would you feel better If I pretend,
To be fine,
But you're not mine,
You're not mine.

Faces screaming torments at me,
Like the skeletons I knew at school,
Bones and skin,
With nothing within,
Branding the imprint upon my forehead,
Fool.
Fool.

There was nothing I could do,
To keep her away from you,
There was nothing I could say,
To keep you locked away,
There was nothing I could do,
To stop the pain I knew,
There was nothing I could say,
Behind the blinding jealousy.

Cold, the condense,
From my conscience,
Drips away the pain,
With time,
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Will stitch together my heart again,
Would I feel better if you pretend,
To be fine,
But you're not mine,
You're not mine.

Faces screaming laughter at me,
Like the ghosts I knew at school,
Haunting and thing,
With evil within,
Branding the imprint upon my forehead,
Fool.
Fool.

There was nothing,
There was no one,
To spend my time away,
For god had already spoken,
The price I had to pay,
And now I sit,
In winter,
In rain,
With a torn dress,
And a heart full of pain,
Turning as black as the mascara on my cheeks,
At least,
A failure you'll never see.

Cold, the condense,
From my conscience,
Drips away the pain,
With time,
My mind,
Will stitch together my heart again,
Would I feel better if you pretend,
To be fine,
But you're not mine,
You're not mine.

Faces screaming laughter at me,
Like the ghosts I knew at school,
Haunting and thing,
With evil within,
Branding the imprint upon my forehead,
Fool.
Fool.