terça-feira, 9 de março de 2010

Open the scars, darling, and cry your heart out.

You hide yourself behind a mask but I can see right through your face: "What an impecable lie, what a terrible grace".
And yet you go, you hang out with them and lie to yourself... It's going to be just fine when you stop being somebody else.
And you says I haven't changed and i'm the same boring girl that i've always been. My sweet obssession, did you need to be this mean?
You're fucking  insane, your worse as the drugs I used to take, all I see is you and me in all this circus parade.
Open the scars, darling, and cry your heart out...
Yeah, I guess you should be proud...
You made me doubt of man's evolution with your childish behavior and the end, now, seems sweeter as you used to be. When you used to be here.

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