when you walk home from the party drunk on bacardi and listening to the voices that lie to you nightly, make you frightened of everyone, make you sorry
clusters of people talking secretly to each other. in a bar you cannot talk openly to anyone you don't already know. 4 year olds, they have got the right
I wanna know Do you have the balls to ask? what do you see when you look at a girl? Is she a game you wanna win? If no one wa looking What would you
you're just walking round your little mazes figuring out how to get by, how to get laid and get famous, get yourself paid, impress the guys. you think
you see yourself sitting on top so self assured - happy, but when your parents bail you out you somehow feel not free. you're bored to tears in school
why do i worry, what do they think? what is she saying to them? i can't ignore anything. you're eating up my world like my every second was haunted.
why do i feel bad again? i shouldn't be sad or miss a grin. doubt creeps in and doubt creeps out, skews the view from my cloud. troublemaker tempting
i only wanna say things that are pure: now i won't be talking anymore. i only wanna do things that are true. every time i move i'm hurting you. i wanna
I was looking lost, it was cold outside The whiskey rocks, how you caught my eye My red lips painted just up in black I needed something to bring me back
Next time you see me, things won't be the same Next time you see me, things won't be the same If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame
(Carole Bayer Sager' Johnny Vastano) I'm not supposed to feel this way You'd think I'd know a whole lot better But it sure feels good lyin' here next
Do you know I saw you yesterday, Please don't explain, Cos I know what you're going to say. I might be dumb but I'm not blind, How many times do you have
And how can I believe one thing you said When hearin' the truth in you so hard? The lies you fed were easily red How can I believe in love at all? Close
We had the love slipped through our hands We had our hearts break from the misunderstanding Ita??s all over now but wea??re still standing Now Ia??m alone
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
Next time I sing a ballad And they say that I'm too pop What the hell - if it gets me to the top Next time I'll be handsome Or pretty at least I will
dime quien no se ha equivocado Igual y de plano ya no quieres verme pero dejame besar de nuevo tu frente Igual y te pido volverte a mirar El proximo