FUN OF MYSELF

Iím clinging to my bed tonight
The shadowís playing me triks
Iím 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
Iím sure you wonít 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, thatís the rule of this game
I wanna forget your backdoor, your lips scewed up when you lied
I wonít be your lover nomore, youíve took me for a ride

I think of you like it was before
But in spite of myself
Iím sure you wonít come back nomore
I make fun of the rest, i make of myself


Today you keep out of my sight
I donít mind the words you hurl
Now iím screaming with all my might
Against the world, against you, girl

I think of you like it was before
But in spite of myself
Iím sure you wonít come back nomore
I make fun of the rest, i make of myself
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