sexta-feira, maio 06, 2005

Better Left Unsaid

Here I am again
trying to sell my soul to another friend
trying to control the sick desire
to open fire against myself

some things are better left unsaid
like in a twisted turned-over therapy
life's a joke that i don't get
when i think i'm on top of things
everything just stops
and I can't complain
'cause i got no one to blame
every pain is in vain

i'm the joke untold
the story on hold
the wind waiting to be blown
on the first mile of the road