 A Story of a girl
Arrogance and vain
You never found a reason to explain
With amazing eyes and soft lips
A mug of caffeine sips
I wonder if you think about anyone
Besides yourself
You try to have fun,
Tossing your clothes on the shelf
Your life is mayhem
Well disguised
Trying to buy yourself time
Before you finally realized
Buying yourself attention
Was just a reflection
Of everything you've been through
Up to this day
You can't help thinking, if it's true
Or a deceit you have to prey.
Seven digits come between us
You could have taken a bus
If you wanted to see me,
It's plain to see.
Expressions such a: "We'll talk later" or "We'll get
together"
Only gets you further...
No more, I won't fight
I just wonder how you sleep at night.
 If love could smile
She would have been sad,
She would have it no other way.
She could have been mad,
But she's afraid to push everyone away.
She would have been wiry,
She would have no other way.
She could have been dizzy,
But she'd stay beside you when you sway.
She could have been electrifying,
She would have no other ways.
She could have been clarifying,
But she would think it's never satisfying.
She could have been crazy,
She would have it no other day.
She could have been lazy,
But then again, you promised her you'll stay.
She would have been happy,
She would have been vile,
She could have been sappy -
If only love could smile!
 Looking back
"Why" was all she asked,
A kind of advertisement add
She left on my desk.
Whenever you want to, call me,
At 1-800-80-LOVE
And ask what you wanna ask.
I picked up the phone,
Instead of just bitch and moan
And kept my mind on the right track.
We talked for an hour,
After I took a quick shower
And underwent a heart attack.
It seems like a ferry-tail,
Now that I confess and sail
On the wings of imagination.
Now it looks so far,
You look at me as if you are
Hiding an old passion. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.