Demos
by Bonaparte
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Digital Album
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Make Up Your Mind
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I Am Not Your Doormat
05:43
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Well Then
03:39
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released 05 July 2011
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- Track Name: Make Up Your Mind
- Seasons come and go, but not as fast as you do. It seems you're never around whenever I need you. Dear Autumn, could you please make up your mind? These past few months have been the worst ones of my life. Tempers come and go, but not as fast as I do. I do my best to leave whenever you need me. I'm getting tired of your indecision. Can you just figure out your own intentions? People come and go, but not as fast as you do. It seems you're never around whenever I need you. Every time you come around, it's only for a day. And every time I see you on the street, you're always walking the other way.
- Track Name: I Am Not Your Doormat
- I don't know how we got here. Please tell me that you do. We're moving so quickly, and I'm sick of seeing you. This isn't working. It never has been. I know it hurts, but this is goodbye. I've never seen you before, at least not like this. Maybe this could work, or maybe it's the same thing. Sometimes we have to take a step back to see what we're doing. It's not right. This one will be different. I know it for a fact. Sometimes I feel the end of this. Just block it out. I was young and I was dumb, but now I see that you and I were never meant to be.
- Track Name: Well Then
- This is the first time that we've spoken, and I’m confident it will be the last. You’ll forget about me in the morning, and I’ll dwell on this for way too long. That’s just how it works. You're getting closer with every word, but it's only because you're drunk. I've wanted you for a while now, but not like this. You're standing on air, and you're running out of breath. You’re talking in circles, and you're not making any sense. So smoke all of your cigarettes, and go grab your bottle of vodka, because if all of that makes you happy, then who am I to stop you? I'm not angry. I'm just tired of falling in love with girls like you. I'm not sad. I just don’t want to go through this again.
