quarta-feira, 4 de março de 2009


Hey! Don't look at me like that!
I love the way you act...it's just...there's something strange in your eyes
I don't want to guess, I don't want to try
you're too scared, curious, something like that.
guess me instead.
read my head.
I don't have to speak. I'm sick of all talk talk.
I'm tired of fuckin promises about god
promises that all people made
talk talk
sick sick sick of that talk talk
you're a crazy lier
and I'm tired
you're a lousy lyer
and I'm tired
beggin' beggin' beggin' for more
always beggin' for more...
I'm here and I'm that
try to love the way I act
I want you to be my safeplace
be my safeplace!
tell me every fuckin' thing that I need to hear.
by my safeplace.

Sem comentários: