viernes, 11 de marzo de 2011

Well I will figure this one out my own.


How can I decide what’s right when you’re clouding up my mind. I can’t win your losing fight all the time. How can I ever own what’s mine when you’re always taking sides but you won’t take away my pride, no not this time.

Not this time…

How did we get here, when I used to know you so well.But how did we get here I think I know.
The truth is hiding in your eyes and its hanging on your tongue. Just boiling in my blood but you think that I cant see What kind of man that you are, if you’re a man at all. Well I will figure this one out on my own.


I’m screaming I love you so,
my thoughts you can’t decode.