Tuesday 11 November 2008

Be my Saturnine

The day I went away
I had to screw you over,
You guess I didn’t know, mh?
All the stuff I left you with
Is way too much to handle,
But you guess I don’t care, mh?

I don’t need to preach,
I don’t have to love you all the time…

Whatever on Earth possessed me
To make this bold decision
You guess I don’t need you, mh?
While whispering those words,
You cried like a baby,
Hoping I would care, mh…

I don’t need to preach,
I don’t have to love you all the time…

I don’t have to preach all the time…





Una cosa è certa: è un bello schifo anche stare da questa parte di Saturnine.

1 comment:

  1. sono situazioni vischiose da valutare con i guanti.

    è importante non farsi prendere dal panico...

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