viernes, 28 de diciembre de 2012
I can tell that you're never been true to me
I can smell that you're acting so fearfully
I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear
I can feel the alarm bells-are ringing in me
I can touch but i know you don't feel a thing
I can pray but I know you commit a sin
I can sense now it's all become clear to see
You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously
