| FUN OF MYSELF | |||
I’m clinging to my bed tonight The shadow’s playing me triks I’m looking about for the light I find myself in a fix I close my eyes, i wanna recall The source of this fantasy All. the reasons for my fall But in the night, noone calls me I think of you like it was before But in spite of myself I’m sure you won’t come back nomore I make fun of the rest, i make of myself Stanted before my miror, i always feel the same Still every day, trying to get better, that’s the rule of this game I wanna forget your backdoor, your lips scewed up when you lied I won’t be your lover nomore, you’ve took me for a ride I think of you like it was before But in spite of myself I’m sure you won’t come back nomore I make fun of the rest, i make of myself |
Today you keep out of my sight I don’t mind the words you hurl Now i’m screaming with all my might Against the world, against you, girl I think of you like it was before But in spite of myself I’m sure you won’t come back nomore I make fun of the rest, i make of myself |
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