Thoughts

Babe, it's late and I know
But please leave me alone with my crazy thouts
I'm so insicure of my self
That I could even die on this bed
Like a sed soldier

Lost
In the biggest war
The world war
Of my fucking crazy words, yo
And you know that it's not you, it's me
When I think to me putting that shit
On a computer

Thinking to my self in the future
In another country maybe alone
Taking a fucking public phone
And calling my parents
And tell'em everything that it's happended, yo

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad

Sorry babe, I think it's better
Put all my hate on a paper
Than write you fake love words to send you like a nosense letter
But, take all my hate and all my cry
And put them in the drink for the goodnight

Couse when it's night everything is timeless
When it's night there's only the silence
When it's night nobody cares about anything
So these are the reasons when there's night there's me
Look

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad

So it's cold, I'm writing you alone
I can't fall asleep my angel screams behind my door
I'd like try to breath
But there's something that is wrong
Now I can see around me all the people that I known
Is there even you mom
I'll finally tell you all my love
But your eyes look blind and your mounth looks dumb

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad

Sorry mom if I will not changing
Sorry dad if I will not get a marriage
Sorry man that you are my self
That you live under my bed
That you are making become bad



Credits
Writer(s): Gregorio Vannacci
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