28 de julio de 2009

I fall asleep by the telephone, it's 2 o'clock and i'm waiting up alone. Tell me: Where have you been ? I found a note with another name; you blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same. Because i can feel that you're gone. I can't bite my tongue forever, while you try to play it cool. You can hide behind your stories. But don't take me for a fool. You can tell me that theres nobody else, but i feel it. You can tell me that you're home by yourself, but i see it. You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want, but i know; your love is just a lie. It's nothing but a lie. You look so innocent, but the guilt in your voice gives you away. Yeah, you know what i mean. How does it feel when you kiss when you know that i trust you ? And do you think about me when he fucks you ? Could you be more obscene ? So don't try to say you're sorry or try to make it right. Don't waste your breath because it's too late.

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