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a vida são duas palavras; uma para te deixar a pensar qual é, outra para pensares no que não te deixou.

terça-feira, julho 07, 2009

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You're my perfect little punching bag
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?
Please, don't leave me
I just want you to give me back my broken parts
I'm beyond mistake
Now I feel there are not best friends; no, now I know that it's all subjective.
I just can't figure out why,
Isn't it Ironic?
Come with me to my planet, it's so diffrent.
You forgot about the promisses you made me.
I know I'm a terrible person, but
So what?
I don't have money to buy you flowers, but I can offer you my stupid and replaceble love.
I'm not to be trusted.
But I'm not sory for the things I've done.
I'm felling half-alive, dispite the fact that men are fools.
so so this is (not) christmas, but what have we done.
Another year over, and nothing happened.
It's ok that we're dieing, but I need to survive tonight.
Let´s hope this year is a good one, without any fear. Even people like me have the right to dream.
But (s)he walks away, and the sun goes down
My tears dry on their one - alone.
lucky I'm in love, but not for the person I do.
I ear you in my dreams, I ear you whisper across the see, but then I wake up and I realize it's not reality
I was born to dissepear.
I need you to try and save me before is to late.
Love is so wrong
I hate this song(written thing), because it was written for you, and you don't even read it.
I wish you'd fallen in love with me
Nobody knows.
Fuck you very much
Don't ever take a walk with me

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