domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

Tell me lies, slap me on the face, just...improvise, do something really clever, that'll make me hate your name forever. You might swear, you'd never touch a lady (well, let me say, you're not too far from maybe) every day you find new ways to hurt me. But I can't help it if I'm just a fool, always having my heart set on you, still the time you start changing the rules. I'll keep chasing the soles of your shoes. Fool. God resigned, from hearing my old story every night, I'm paying hell for glory, I'm embarrassed but I'm much more sorry. All this pain, begins to feel like pleasure, with my tears, you'd make a sea a desert. Salt my wounds and I'll keep saying thank you. But I can't help it if I'm just a fool, always having my heart set on you, still the time you start changing the rules, I'll keep chasing the soles of your shoes. Fool, _____I . A M . A . F O O L . !........

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