quinta-feira, junho 04, 2009

Promises denied

"Cry Me A river"

I heard your voice in backyard commanded to.
Tell me you weren´t there. I felt a cocksucker because I know, as always, I´ll turn back to call you and hear your sweet voice that claims me... 
that maybe tomorrow you could call me back other day.

I've tried to say to myself "maybe my world would be happier without you and your world won´t have a  place to me...
That´s just why we´re dizzy enough not to remember what 
we´ve been doing.
How does it feel now that you´re on your own?
And is there any one else to take care of you?
Tell me why is it have to be Like this?
And why did you leave me a message:
 "asked me for do not disapear"?

By Denilson

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