8 de setembro de 2009

Besta

Why do we always talk about things like this
Why do we always haunt each other down
Why do we always smoke those cigarettes
And drink a lot of wine
I know the kind of beast that Ive become
I know I dont always show my gratitude
I dont always shut it when Im spoken to
And I dont understand the things that you say. Anymore
I know it doesnt show that I love you
I know that I dont always like when children laugh
And I dont give a damn about your 14 year old
But who am I trying to fool by acting this way
I need a lot of wine
I know the kind of beast that Ive become

Nina Kinert, Beast

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