martes, 4 de mayo de 2010

One hour

I just have one hour til he come back home
With his bad mood, his intolerance and despotism
My teardrops don´t say more than the true
And these stains of agression are my reality

*I don´t know what´s that you are talking about
I´ve never knew it, neither a free sample of that product
You say many people give away with a smile*

I´m used to pay with pain all of my mistakes
Used to aceppt I´m worth til he says so
You try to put me in the head, fantasy things
Utopian ideas filled with sweet lies
But don´t worry any longer, I already accept it
And I´m resigned to my fate

You insist saying this only begins
And in one hour you gave me a class I´ll never forget
A class that taught me to open the eyes
A sample of happiness that woke me up

*Chorus (x2)

I just have one hour til he come back home
Thank you for helping me to kill time

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