(Chorus)
She listens to him as he rattles on
Same old story, same old song
She just nods for a reprieve
Not knowing what to believe
Why does she put up with this time and again?
Who is she kidding playing let’s pretend?
Listening to him on constant repeat
Like a sheep he does bleat
(Chorus)
She listens to him as he rattles on
Same old story, same old song
She just nods for a reprieve
Not knowing what to believe
No more please, no more
Had enough hours, twenty-four
Gone is the magic that they once had
All that’s left is the constant bad
(Chorus)
She listens to him as he rattles on
Same old story, same old song
She just nods for a reprieve
Not knowing what to believe
No more excuses will she tolerate
Too much, too little, far too late
Time now to make her own way
For her to start far and away
(Chorus)
She listens to him as he rattles on
Same old story, same old song
She just nods for a reprieve
Not knowing what to believe
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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