lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011

Bittersweet acid.

Bittersweet acid.

With a taste of myself on the border of the glass...
I invite you to drink and come enjoy the time.

Perspective 1.

Set the eyes on the girl dressed black,
print your fingers on her body,
give her money instead of life.

A kiss or two and she’ll be dancing,
it’s a game and so a lie,
stories of sex have always told you…
A widow’s nest is what you got.

Perspective 2.

Innocent people’s always crying,
they got the nerve but left behind,
all is a nightmare they never wanted,
all is a fake since the helped out.

Perspective 3.

All your friends have come to see you,
all of them were always right,
it was true you married a widow,
it was false they gave a damn.

Perspective 4.

Tales are told over the curtains,
memories of you resembling life,
they all say you weren’t clueless,
they all prove you were just blind.

(…)

With a taste of me and all perspectives…
Time has come to have you smile.

=)

Set the eyes on the girl dressed black,
print your fingers on her body,
give her money and tell her bye.

A kiss or two and she’ll be dancing,
it’s a game and so you lie,
stories of sex have always told you…
A widow’s best is what you got.

=/

Innocent people’s always crying,
they got the nerve but left behind,
all is a nightmare they never wanted,
give them one for helping out.

¬¬

All your friends have come to see you,
all of them were always right,
it was true you married a widow,
show then now they also gave a damn.

=D

Tales are told over the curtains,
memories of you resembling life,
they all say you weren’t clueless,
let them know they were all right.

(…)

Eyes are open and you can see me,
you had a taste of what I am.
Enjoy the life and so the silence,
I am you but turned black.

-Bittersweet acid-

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