quarta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2010

my eyes,




But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance, that's never free

No one knows what it's like, to feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you No one bites as hard, on their anger
None of my pain or woe, can show through

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and loose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool.