segunda-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2011
Everybody thinks that he is just a lover pretend to be romantic!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤL O V E RㅤB O Y
Lover boy, running, running again.
He says, "see you later, my friend".
He always feels so lonely, like a thing
Without a soul, a heart, like anything.
Everybody thinks that he is just a lover,
Pretend to be romantic... and sweet.
Everything in his is coming to the end.
Lover boy, over the rain, on the run.
Writing a letter that he can't send.
Working with his body, of no fun.
Oh, I guess... he's gonna be... all right.
Joyfull time with him, pay with a check.
Your money and his body, just look back.
Even if you're crazy 'bout him, baby.
He doesn't care, he is a lover boy...
Everybody thinks that he is just a toy,
Pretend to be romantic... for your joy.
Everything in his is coming to the end.
Lover boy, over the rain, on the run.
Writing a letter that he can't send.
Working with his body, of no fun.
Almost every day and almost every night,
His heart beats so fast, the pain so tight...
He cannot say his feelings, if they exist...
Lover boy, a broken puppet... persists...
~
Por Pierrot. <3
Turn the lights off! ~
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