domingo, 21 de septiembre de 2014
miércoles, 17 de septiembre de 2014
sábado, 13 de septiembre de 2014
martes, 9 de septiembre de 2014
Song to say goodbye
You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..
Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
My Oh My.
You were mother nature's son,
Someone to whom I could relate,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sordid twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up,
To pull you from the liquid sky,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up,
With just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say...
Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye
miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2014
The Funeral
I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
sábado, 30 de agosto de 2014
jueves, 28 de agosto de 2014
miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2014
Nice Guys Finish Last
Nice guys finish last.
You're running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes you're at your best, when you feel the worst.
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain
Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane.
I'm so fucking happy I could cry.
Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy.
Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast.
Don't pat yourself on the back you might break your spine.
Living on command.
You're shaking lots of hands.
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bite the hand that feeds.
You lose your memory and you got no shame.
You're running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes you're at your best, when you feel the worst.
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain
Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane.
I'm so fucking happy I could cry.
Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy.
Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast.
Don't pat yourself on the back you might break your spine.
Living on command.
You're shaking lots of hands.
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bite the hand that feeds.
You lose your memory and you got no shame.
martes, 26 de agosto de 2014
lunes, 25 de agosto de 2014
domingo, 24 de agosto de 2014
you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m sinking fast so it’s alright. i’ve tied my stomach in knots and I’m ready to know. i’ll put it on the line if you’d just give it a go. cause i wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. and if it’s cool with you, i’d really love to spend the night.
martes, 19 de agosto de 2014
lunes, 18 de agosto de 2014
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