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Standing against the crime of my heart I’m tired of falling for your type Today I’ll find my way and break apart I’ll celebrate my victory with Irish bag pipes But I’ll cry for you on lonely nights How can you have made my days so bright How I wish I never know ya Now I’m all alone in this room in a Hotel in California Divine were your kisses of pure seduction Now I’m lost on this one way highway Who would of known you were a terrible destruction I’m meaningless without you! you were my dossier! How come no one told me life would be such a bad ride? Surfing in a ocean of my tears with a forecasted high tide I’m pouring out my feelings on this ***** napkin Cause unlike you, it at least holds a bit of dignity We were foolish to claim to love each other into infinity! The hunger made me eat too much with my eyes Forgetting my values and my only decency And I fell under the spells of your lies Roses of pity in a bouquet of discord Can’t even afford to pay attention Can‘t keep going on with this tension, People where is our Lord? I just want some words, give me the silliest explanation Heal the pain you have purposely caused Your false image keeps running thru my veins Black rain won’t mask the painful distraught The thought of seeing you again will be an attempt so vain In which I try to forget those events From all my mistakes your one I wish I can prevent A soup so hard to swallow with these sour condiments You’re a horrible person I take back my beautiful compliments Can’t believe my days will be filled with your torment I hope this is for the time being, just for the moment They judge me for what I’ve done but what do they know? If my only companions is a comfy carpet and a bottle of Cuervo Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 4:31am
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Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
Sour Condiments
Standing against the crime of my heart I’m tired of falling for your type Today I’ll find my way and break apart I’ll celebrate my victory with Irish bag pipes But I’ll cry for you on lonely nights How can you have made my days so bright How I wish I never know ya Now I’m all alone in this room in a Hotel in California Divine were your kisses of pure seduction Now I’m lost on this one way highway Who would of known you were a terrible destruction I’m meaningless without you! you were my dossier! How come no one told me life would be such a bad ride? Surfing in a ocean of my tears with a forecasted high tide I’m pouring out my feelings on this ***** napkin Cause unlike you, it at least holds a bit of dignity We were foolish to claim to love each other into infinity! The hunger made me eat too much with my eyes Forgetting my values and my only decency And I fell under the spells of your lies Roses of pity in a bouquet of discord Can’t even afford to pay attention Can‘t keep going on with this tension, People where is our Lord? I just want some words, give me the silliest explanation Heal the pain you have purposely caused Your false image keeps running thru my veins Black rain won’t mask the painful distraught The thought of seeing you again will be an attempt so vain In which I try to forget those events From all my mistakes your one I wish I can prevent A soup so hard to swallow with these sour condiments You’re a horrible person I take back my beautiful compliments Can’t believe my days will be filled with your torment I hope this is for the time being, just for the moment They judge me for what I’ve done but what do they know? If my only companions is a comfy carpet and a bottle of Cuervo Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 4:31am
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Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
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