Mister know it all, false perfectionist God.
You tell me you love me, but you don't even know me
On the other hand, I know who you are very well
I know your history
I know your fears
The love you offer me can't be real
The sun is setting and you allow to see through the interior of your eyes
A weakness that I gently take away with my lips
One more day
That I believe I'm pretending
Don't you believe it?
Your tormented voice can't let me think
You don't have a choice but to let me go
Your love is fooling you
It declines your intelligence
The day is wonderful
The incredible thing is that it is possible.
El azul del mal - Pensando en el azul del mal! Del mal que habita en tu pensamiento.
Hace 11 minutos.