sábado, 12 de janeiro de 2013

Outside

Im not as happy as I used to be
but people never is
Im not going to change right now
Ive been too long without my bulletproof vest
And I know its dangerous outside
even when you invite me to leave
I get too scared 
I dont know you
How dare you invite me
when we know its a mess out there
Why dont you forget my name
and call another?

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