domingo, 24 de outubro de 2010

No attitude

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What if I cried all the tears and then died,
like a foolish child's story
When you became so cold hearted and vain
Just with me?

Only I get an attitude from your bad lips
and words that would cut off my throat
They could also easily rip my heart
and all the truth has already so early gone

It's that name again, and I gotta step away
Stop dreaming
Something has rung up inside me and told me that I
Should criticize myself into you

And let go
Let you run alone
find someone for you, your age,
your life, life-style, likes and so on...

So long...
So long.

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