Truth...(?)

How could you hurt me like this?
How could you fear me like this?
I know that all the words are just words I think that you don't know what it means...
I think that it might be true, I think I've been a fool, don't you think?
All I've done now, all I've said... All I've read, it was for real
But I know that dreams are just dreams And I know that
You're not what it used to be love
All I've known, all I've feared... All I've said it was for real
How could you hurt me like this? How could you fear me like this?
I know that all the words are just words
It can't be real.

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Leave me dreaming on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, the swelling goes down...
Saw you crashing round the bay, never seen you act so shallow, or look so brown.

Remember ALL the things you'd say, how your promises rang hollow,
as you threw me to the ground...

When I dream, I dream your lips. When I dream, I dream your kiss. When I dream, I dream your fists.
Leave me bleeding on the bed...see you right back here tomorrow.
And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs of this town... be sure to come around...
I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wallowing in pity... wearing a frown, like Pierrot the clown... clown.







"Felizes nós?
Ah! Talvez, talvez naquela terra, daquela vez."(Fernando Pessoa)

I Will Wait My Turn To Terrorize YOU.