onsdag 13 april 2011

Wrong

I've been staring at you too long, I just want somebody to take care of me.
As usual nobody pay attention, burn down your house and let's have my apprehention.
Mistakes, I make everything mistakes, but it changes so easily from love to hate.

You can put me in a box and keep me there, i won't be bothering you I swear.
I feel sorry for myself, I'm a nervous wreck.
I can't be your dancepartner at the discoteque.

Wrong, it feels so wrong, so wrong.




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