lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010

Don´t tell me your stories

How do I do to keep ahead?
When all I have had, now it´s lost
I put the leg and it swallow me down
How can I do to carry on?

Everyone come to me
As though I were a psychologist
Now I am who´s down…
So where is mine?
Don´t come to tell me your sad story
Cause I don´t wanna hear it
I don´t care anyway

Don´t look up at me
Cause I don´t wanna fall from the pedestal…
You putted me up

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