I never wanted anything but this
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around in domestic bliss
I fought hard, died hard
Every time you're running out of here
Every time you're running get the fear
I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
You words surround me and I asphyxiate
And I burn all hate
Every time you're running out on me
Every time you're running I can see
I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself.
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around in domestic bliss
I fought hard, died hard
Every time you're running out of here
Every time you're running get the fear
I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
You words surround me and I asphyxiate
And I burn all hate
Every time you're running out on me
Every time you're running I can see
I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself.
Every time you're running get the fear
Vais demorar muito a voltar?
4 comments:
Às vezes é melhor que o que passou não volte. ;P
Susie*
Às vezes estás redondamente enganada. *
When all we want is this, and this is what we dont have or have already lost, all we can say is:
When will it come back?
mas sabes o que dizem, o que é realmente nosso nunca vai embora. Acaba sempre por voltar*
não gosto nada de te ver á espera. Não sei o que te aconteceu mas tu costumavas atirar-me com sapatos quando eu me sentava á espera. Porque é que decidiste ocupar o meu lugar ? Vê lá se queres levar com o meu sapato.
Não fritamos á milhões, that kinda buggs me ._.
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