quarta-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2011

i don't wanna to play


Those dark roads all in vain, bets just for lose the patience.
Playing this silly game because is needed, but for me I just stop now.
I could use my weapons but I know now how it hurts
I could hurt somebody else, but I’m sick of this game

I swear! I tried to be kind, be patient and lovely
But you can’t see
Why are you only able to see my curves and my laugh? I’m more than this, but it doesn’t matter somehow
What is the prize in act like you? I’m sorry baby, but I see you so fool playing like this.

I guess I’m worse of all. I believe in you even when I know you’re lying to me
I let my guns down because I want to feel myself fragile in your arms
I want to feel the delight of your recover, I bet to feel your breath
And I feel myself so fool in think like this.

I must to try to hurt you
But I don’t want to play, I’m not here to play
I bet you were mature, like a man should be
But it is ok, I should be a woman that I imagined I were.
Somehow I’m weak again

This is my dark road, I know where I’ve been
I should be cautious and try to find the light
But I’m tired of being here, I need keep walk and after all I try to find again where I am.

Have I told you I’m afraid of dark? Well… I don’t like to hear the devil whispers, but it is so loud when all lights gone…

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