martes, 15 de febrero de 2011

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes,
And you take that to new extremes.

But you’ll always be my hero,

Even though you’ve lost your mind.

In this tug of war you'll always win
Even when I'm right
Cos you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied

So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever be
Till the walls are going down
There's smoke with all our memories

I love the way you lie

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