quinta-feira, 9 de julho de 2009

[Fired Me] E não é o título da música

Baby, baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it
And all of a sudden
You went and left
I didn't know how to follow
It's like a shock
That spun me around
And now my heart's dead
I feel so empty and hollow

And I'll never give myself to another
The way I gave it to you
Don't even recognize
The ways you hurt me
Do you?
It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you're the one to blame

And now I feel like,
You're the reason
Why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke on
These cigarettes no more
I guess that's what I get
For wishful thinking
Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
Cause now I'm using like I bleed
It's like I checked into rehab
Baby you're my disease
It's like I checked into rehab
Baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease

Damn,
Ain't it crazy
When you're loveswept
You'll do anything
For the one you love
'Cause anytime
That you needed me
I'd be there
It's like
You were my favorite drug
The only problem is
That you was using me
In a different way
That I was using you
But now that I know
That it's not meant to be
You gotta go
I gotta wean myself off of you


Para o Inferno contigo.

2 comentários:

Dida Prazeres disse...

Olha lá... vai lá bater à porta do gajo e pede a fita de volta... sim, que gajos há muitos... mas uma boa fita é dificil de encontrar!!! ahahahhahah

Beijoooooooooo

(não o mandes para o inferno... que aí é que estão as coisas boas!!! ;) deixa-o a penar cá pela terra mesmo!!! looooooooool)

NC. disse...

Lolol És terrível Dida.

Gentes