viernes, 16 de octubre de 2009
Been thinking about you, your records are here. Your eyes are on my wall but I'm still no one and you're my star... What do you care? Been thinking about you and there's no rest. Should I still love you, still see you in bed but I'm playing with myself. What do you care? When the other woman are suppously far far better. All the things you've got, all the things you need, who bribed the company to come and see you honey? I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep? These people aren't your friends they're paid to kiss your feet, they don't know what I know. Why should you care when I'm not there? All the things you've got, she'll never need. All the things you've got... I've bled and I'd bleed to please you.