sabato 27 settembre 2008

Quando Ti ripenso.

They painted up your secrets
with the lies they told to you
and the least they ever gave you
was the most you ever knew
.

And I wonder where these dreams go
when the world gets in your way.
What's the point in all this screaming?
No one's listening anyway
.

Your voice is small and fading
and you hide in here unknown

and your mother loves your father
'cause she's got nowhere to go.

And she wonders where these dreams go
'cause the world got in her way.
What's the point in ever trying?
Nothing's changing anyway.

They press their lips against you
and you love the lies they say
and I tried so hard to reach you
but you're falling anyway
.

And you know I see right through you
when the world gets in your way.
What's the point in all this screamin'?
You're not listening anyway.

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