Thursday, June 29, 2006

You (2)

I take the things you say
I know there'll be a way
Sometimes my mistake
It'll fucking brake
All the noises that you make

They're just forcing me
To lose concepts of "we"
You know, she pretends
You'll never make amends
You took too much
In such a blinding rush
You should have seen it drown
You should have known the sound
You should have been fond
Of that whirlwind you spawned

Still you are, that little crash
Riping me apart
Riping me together
Raping me forever

1 Comments:

Blogger O Filho PrĂ³digo said...

genial...

3:21 AM  

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