telepathic skills.
I'd tell you how I feel worried about how you are now.
I don't know where you are, and I feel really worried.
If I think you are out there, with a bunch of guys, I go crazy.
I'm sorry, that's the way I feel. I won't bother you with this.
But, please, try to reduce these things. Try to be more responsable.
You're fragil. And the guys around you want your boobs, and I KNOW it.
How can I know? When you had a boyfriend once, they'd never talk to you as they do.
And you're afraid to come back to me, becouse you love all this attention.
You love guys heatin' on you. You love when they says how beautyful you are.
Only one isn't enough.
You like been sexy. Like this you gather more and more attention.
And you really like this conquest thing. You conquer everyone around you, and I'm talking about the men.
...Including me.
The only thing that makes me pass through this is your happyness. If like this you feel happy, than, they will be maintained.
All the bad feelings I have about this situation will be gone, because I'm changing my point of view.
I hope you believe me.
I hope you believe us.
I love you so much...
I'm sorry.
sexta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2010
I wish I could have...5
a knife.
I'd kill every single person in the most popular saquare in town.
Except the people I know.
I'd stab them, I don't know how.
Than I'd complete my goal.
Why this now? I'm just to worry.
And want to explode this thing that is stuck
Just want to not give a fuck
But I can't, and I feel sorry.
You're not home, I'm dying here
what are you doing? Where have you been?
I'd like to know how was your day.
Very ancious to be part of your way... again.
I made you suffer for a long time, I see.
Now my suffuring I write here, for no one.
That's what save my day, or maybe what
"dig, burry me underneath, everything that I am"
I wish you hear me now, or read someday what I'm writing:
Do ya wanna hang out someday? Only the two us.
Waiting for...
you. Only.
I'd kill every single person in the most popular saquare in town.
Except the people I know.
I'd stab them, I don't know how.
Than I'd complete my goal.
Why this now? I'm just to worry.
And want to explode this thing that is stuck
Just want to not give a fuck
But I can't, and I feel sorry.
You're not home, I'm dying here
what are you doing? Where have you been?
I'd like to know how was your day.
Very ancious to be part of your way... again.
I made you suffer for a long time, I see.
Now my suffuring I write here, for no one.
That's what save my day, or maybe what
"dig, burry me underneath, everything that I am"
I wish you hear me now, or read someday what I'm writing:
Do ya wanna hang out someday? Only the two us.
Waiting for...
you. Only.
segunda-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2010
I wish I could have...4
A gun. I'd kill everyone who makes you sad.
Do I make you sad?
I think so. But I wish I didn't.
All this shit around me seems like a great powerful nightmare.
It hunts me everywhere I go.
So as you.
Your shadows appears in every little thing I see.
Your face comes around all the time.
Our memories... They drown me.
Drown me into a mixture of anger with myself, blame and pain.
Oh my!...
Please, don't let anybody take advantage on you.
I wouldn't forgive myself if something like this ever happen to you.
And... Again... It's the way I've found to get things better, don't be sorry for me.
I love you... That's all.
Do I make you sad?
I think so. But I wish I didn't.
All this shit around me seems like a great powerful nightmare.
It hunts me everywhere I go.
So as you.
Your shadows appears in every little thing I see.
Your face comes around all the time.
Our memories... They drown me.
Drown me into a mixture of anger with myself, blame and pain.
Oh my!...
Please, don't let anybody take advantage on you.
I wouldn't forgive myself if something like this ever happen to you.
And... Again... It's the way I've found to get things better, don't be sorry for me.
I love you... That's all.
I wish I could have...3
a perfect guy for each girl I disapointed since last week.
They're just too perfect for me to hurt them.
'couse with this, they would see the jurk I am
And I wouldn't be blame for the things I did.
And they would forget me.
I wish you do not look me as a bad person
The only bad thing here is my suffering
Sure, It's all my fault
But I'll keep trying not to be descusting
Now I'm talking to the girl I want
I wish you deserve all my sacrifices
And all the hard things I'm passing through.
And I wish I could have you
With your soul, love and might
Maybe I'm just to lonely.
They're just too perfect for me to hurt them.
'couse with this, they would see the jurk I am
And I wouldn't be blame for the things I did.
And they would forget me.
I wish you do not look me as a bad person
The only bad thing here is my suffering
Sure, It's all my fault
But I'll keep trying not to be descusting
Now I'm talking to the girl I want
I wish you deserve all my sacrifices
And all the hard things I'm passing through.
And I wish I could have you
With your soul, love and might
Maybe I'm just to lonely.
domingo, 3 de janeiro de 2010
I wish I could have...2
a chance.
Lula had a second chance in the presidence. Ok, he deserved it. Or maybe not.
The psycho guy in A7X's video clip "A Little Piece of Heaven" had a second chance. Ok, he was murder for the zombie girl, this one, murdered by him.
My sis had a second chance...
Even The-Brother-Who-Shouldn't-Be-Named-Here had a second chance to be my friend.
My mother had it too. Actually, she will have it. And you know how I see her.
Even Britney Spears had a second chance AHUAHUAHUAHUA. Ok, she's kind of hot (no) and... hmm... Diva.
I could list a bunch of crap here. I wont, 'couse I really wish I could have a chance...
A chance to be happy. To make you happy. To make your days become even more coloured. Actually, it's a dream, maybe I'll reach it. Maybe not.
"I will suffer for so long to make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want me to do. And if it's not enough, I'll try again, and again, over and over again."
I'm not beggin' you. Not even asking you again. It's just the way I've found to make things better for me. Maybe you'll see it, maybe wont be lazy to translate all this shit. Maybe you'll never be curious enough to read what I write. Oh right.
I wish I could have an apple now. And a bunny too.
I'm out.
Lula had a second chance in the presidence. Ok, he deserved it. Or maybe not.
The psycho guy in A7X's video clip "A Little Piece of Heaven" had a second chance. Ok, he was murder for the zombie girl, this one, murdered by him.
My sis had a second chance...
Even The-Brother-Who-Shouldn't-Be-Named-Here had a second chance to be my friend.
My mother had it too. Actually, she will have it. And you know how I see her.
Even Britney Spears had a second chance AHUAHUAHUAHUA. Ok, she's kind of hot (no) and... hmm... Diva.
I could list a bunch of crap here. I wont, 'couse I really wish I could have a chance...
A chance to be happy. To make you happy. To make your days become even more coloured. Actually, it's a dream, maybe I'll reach it. Maybe not.
"I will suffer for so long to make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want me to do. And if it's not enough, I'll try again, and again, over and over again."
I'm not beggin' you. Not even asking you again. It's just the way I've found to make things better for me. Maybe you'll see it, maybe wont be lazy to translate all this shit. Maybe you'll never be curious enough to read what I write. Oh right.
I wish I could have an apple now. And a bunny too.
I'm out.
I wish I could have...
a guitar, for my feelings flow throgh the sounds of the chords.
Than that girl could hear all my thoghts
Maybe love me once again...
Maybe too late.
All my mistakes making me feel empty...
I realize your pain, your sadness, your agony...
Now, lonely I'll stay
And I just can't believe how I could get here
Faking happyness when there's only a tear
Maybe I'll kill theese things. Maybe I'll wait for a while.
"I just don't know what to do with myself"
Maybe... I'll keep loving the beauty who makes me ugly.
I wish I could have you once again. Maybe later.
Than that girl could hear all my thoghts
Maybe love me once again...
Maybe too late.
All my mistakes making me feel empty...
I realize your pain, your sadness, your agony...
Now, lonely I'll stay
And I just can't believe how I could get here
Faking happyness when there's only a tear
Maybe I'll kill theese things. Maybe I'll wait for a while.
"I just don't know what to do with myself"
Maybe... I'll keep loving the beauty who makes me ugly.
I wish I could have you once again. Maybe later.
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