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In this world it feels like I just dont belong. I walk the beat to my own drum and. I sing a different song. . I used to live like everybody told me, I tried to just fit in.
In this world it feels like I just dont belong. I walk the beat to my own drum and. I sing a different song. . I used to live like everybody told me, I tried to just fit in.
Tormentosos tus dias. Desgarrados tus chicos. Con una mascara de dulce piel. Cubriendo tus restos. Y en tus desinhibidos sueos. Los encuentras cuando la noche llega.
Can you blame me for falling so fast?. Let's say we just take things as they come.. I know I've told you but you still have no idea that you deserve every joy that I hope I make you feel, and I hear.
Suena el pop en la radio, su textura frívola no me deja dormir. Yo guardo mis sonidos bajo el colchón y el bebop, entre mil libros de rock.... Entrelíneas de funk....
Repeating in my head. Betrayal. Repeating in my head. Insecurities. Repeating in my head. Diffidence. . It's not your fault. The well of thought and trust has run dry.
Where will you be when it all falls down?. Where will you be when it all comes back around?. Where will you be at the end of our days?. Just following the footsteps let the liars lead the way.
Longer, inside me, the doe is rising. To clench us to kill. Lusting, you're nothing but you know me. Stand against your will to satisfy me. Bit by victim, stealth is me.
Hold me back and hold me down. Hold me close then push me around. Beat me up, beat me down to the ground. I'm sure I deserved it. . Left my world, left me alone.
Good morning dear, I think I'm losing it. Can't find my way and i'm, I'm getting used to it. Sun refused to shine on this side of the street. I'm not recognizing anyone I meet.
This really feels like flying. Am I lighter than air?. Perhaps I'm on the water, floating. God knows this could be anywhere. . At least my lungs are still breathing.