martes, 20 de julio de 2010

Bad mood (with payback desires)

You saw it coming, silly boy.
you cannot say we didnt warn you
oh but i find it so amusing
that when there was no chance of losing
they saw the worse in you,
which is by far your best, my friend.

The ground will shake beneath your feet,
youll hide your fists and grind your teeth,
and as salty tears crawl down your cheeks, my friend.
I will look down and spit.

You can jump, you can hide,
you can fade out and die.
you can run, you can beg,
you can chop of your head, i dont care.

A storm is coming can't you see?
The wind will blow hard but wont stop me
And in my eyes you will se fire.
I thought you were a fucker,
and you were.

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