1.2.06

Look at your game, girl


I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air
I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

You are not sure, I simply have no idea... (what I'm looking for... what the fuck am I looking for?)

Anyway, I loved talking to you today... Looking forward... Oh, 28 come please! Come quick!

3:16 p. m.  
Blogger Marlon said...

Same here. We could make it come sooner, you know. That would be just bending the rules...

10:54 p. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Mmm... Dunno about that.
Last night I read something that kinda pissed me off.

6:23 p. m.  

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