I dont want to be, part of the problem.
I try so hard, to get roughed up.
Fists on up, its looks that easy.
Looks that way to me, looks that way to you.
But then theres you, telling me I can.
But then theres you, screaming say something.
I want the ocean right now, I want the ocean right now.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
There I am in the morning, I dont like what I see.
There I am in the morning, I dont like what I see.
I dont know how, its become such a problem.
Keep you up all night if I, try to remain calm.
How can they ask, why I feel so angry,
do you see my problem, if I never explain it.
But then theres you, asking how long,
say something, its taking me so long.
I want the ocean right now, I want the ocean right now.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
I get so jealous, that I cant even work.
There I am in the morning, I dont like what I see.
There I am in the morning, I dont like what I see.
Pouco legal ficar em casa sozinha. Tenho uma capacidade MUITO grande de pensar merda. Incrível.
I need to talk to you. I need some security... And I will. I'm just waiting for some courage. ;)
Agora me dê licença. Vou ali gritar com a cara no travesseiro.
Há 5 anos
3 comentários:
acabei de perceber que as vírgulas dessa música tão muito erradas. maaaas... foda-se. preguiça, bróder, preguiça.
as vírgulas são o afastamento por um momento da vida comum.
precisamos da Mack de volta, sem vírgulas!
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