Tuesday, June 23, 2009

• Scoundrel days

I was sacrificing myself for him
I was telling myself some lies for his pleassure
I was sacrificing myself for him
I was faking some smiles to disbelieve this torture

What he could ask, could never be true
he was faker than that pleassure I was using to take
to have you over me and put me through
he was something so mechanical to this world I face

You couldn't dare to feel, you couldn't be able to
you couldn't dare to be, you wont even want to
you couldn't hear my words, you wouldn't take care of
you wouldn't talk enough, you could not stay on

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