I Hate This Song by Secondhand Serenade

^ESpeak with your tongue tied, I know that you're tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be sad, But I'm not weak, This situation is bleak And you puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside.

Chorus:

^EUntil Sunday I'll be waiting for an ^Esusanswer ^EI guess that yesturday's not good enough for ^Esusyou, ^EYou know that I ^Esushate this ^Asong, ^EYou know that I ^Esushate this ^Asong ^ABecause it was written for ^Eyou

Drown your fears with me I'm feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don't need The sadness they have seen But you're way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can't find The moment you said goodbye Chorus

^AThis is becoming a ^Bproblem I'm hurting it's ^Eunfair But ^Asomehow your words, The ^Bway that I heard are h^Eaunting me, You're under my ^Eskin You're breaking ^Ain, And the ^Etasteless fights that filled our nights Are ^Astarting to cave in, You're under my ^Eskin You're breaking ^Ain And if ^ESundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to ^Aloose

Chorus

Secondhand Serenade - I hate this song