March 9, 2005

NO TIME

You know you never never know yourself,
All the years you've lived, you could be someone else...

And all the times you've been alone,
all the lies you told now hunt your perfect spacious home...

And now, there's NO TIME...
It's not such a CRIME to say you don't love her...

All of those akward silences over breakfast as you fumble with your toast,
you know the magic's gone for good...

Little things get on your nerves, that never worried you before...

And you swore IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN to you...
And you said you'd ALWAYS BE SO TRUE...

It's not such a CRIME to say you don't love her...
To say you don't love me...

1 comment:

Guffo Caballero said...

Chale... otro post que me da en toditita la mauser... pos me estás espiando o qué rollo???.