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Stau de cateva ore bune si ascult. Ascult piese cu amintiri , cu senzatile lor si ma gandeam la o chestie , sa vad ce iasa..

Graffiti decorations
Under the sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learned were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind...
*See i dont, know why, i liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you, i loved you, now thats all down the
drain
Ya put me through pain, i wanna let u know that i
feel
*I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everybody can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
*I know you know I missed on other girls because I thought I really loved you, and you know I never
put anyone or anything above you, because I loved you, and it was that love that made me loose my head and now its too late!
*Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
I don't think you trust in my
Self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die...
*if I’m a bad person, you don’t like me
i guess I’ll go, make my own way
it’s a circle
a mean cycle
i can’t excite you anymore
where’s your gavel? your jury?
what’s my offense this time?
you’re not a judge but if you’re gonna judge me
well sentence me to another life.
don’t wanna hear your sad songs
i don’t wanna feel your pain
when you swear it’s all my fault
cause you know we’re not the same
the friends who stuck together
we wrote our names in blood
but i guess you can’t accept that the change is good
you treat me just like another stranger
well it’s nice to meet you sir
i guess I’ll go
i best be on my way out
ignorance is your new best friend
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest...



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