A few questions that I need to know,. how you could ever hurt me so,. I need to know what I've done wrong,. and how long it's been going on,. Was it that I never paid enough attention?.
Hey baby won't you look my way. I can be your new addiction. Hey baby what you gotta say?. All you're giving me is fiction. . I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time.
I knew this whole time you were just an asshole. And now that things get better for me. You want it better for you, you hang around. It's pissing me off, no fucking time for you.
We, in this blowing of time. We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground. With no more poetries to cry. We're still here without a place to hide.
Here is it. It brings the nothingness of tomorrow. Here is it. It gives the silver of another sorrow. The last wave. The very last wave. . And then it arrived.
Here it is. It brings the nothingness of tomorrow. Here it is. It brings the silver of another sorrow. The last wave. The very last wave. And then it arrived.
Mille anni orson'. Fantasie retro. Accadra domain. O puo darsi mai. . A thousand years ago. Retro fantasies. It's gonna happen tomorrow. Or never. . [Solo: Massimiliano].
Sometimes the night. Brings memories, sometimes the night. Brings feelings you thought they are died. In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes.
You run, you run to your room. And told me what to do. With what you've given. Everyone is scared and i know your scared. But you cant keep holding out like this today..
No longer I stand this sea of light. No longer I stand the gift of god. Screaming, sighing, sighing ,. screaming, crying loud. . The old boat sailed out of sight.
E' come impazzire in un mare dorato. . Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed. Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes. . It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter.
Everyone stands alone. At the planet's core. Wounded by a sunbeam. And it's suddenly night.
Caught in the whirls of time. Cold winds bring me to timeless shores. Shattering, flowing down grain by grain. By the sandglasses of the past. . An innate memory.
Through windows of new desires. I guess I am coming to bright. Feeling the coolness of the ocean in your bright eyes. The taste of salty waves. Nascence and feel no more discomfort while.
unlucky seventeen,. already handed plans for the future glamour. and shown how to think and i don't have a job,. obsessed, told how to dress,. but i can show you how to be a slob so many days,.
"No! That's wrong; I'm always right. Of course I'm right, I'm never wrong.". I love to get in arguments, I love to fight. People like you should be punched.
I couldn't tell you. Why she felt that way. She felt it every day. And I couldn't help her. I just watched her make the same mistakes again. . Whats wrong whats wrong now.
And so much can change in a second when everybody's. Hiding the truth. An eternal quest for some happiness is there anything we. Won't screw?. . Like a loaded gun if it sits too long, eventually you'll work.