BoCa De FReSa

Hay una frase que dice: En el mundo de los Lokos ser cuerdo es una locura. No creo estar loka...pero estoy demasiado lejos de llegar a la cordura. Seria un intermedio entre lo blanco y lo negro. Un gris quizas? Un lindo y maravilloso gris!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006



Call
Me
When
You
Are
Sober!








Don’t cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind


Should I let you fall
Lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can’t keep believing
We’re only deceiving ourselves
And I’m sick of the lie
And you’re too late
Don’t cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
Couldn’t take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you’re jaded
You can’t play the victim this time
And you’re too late
Don’t cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
You never call me when you’re sober
You only want it cause it’s over
It’s over
How could I have burned paradise
How could I - you were never mine!
So don’t cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
Don’t lie to me
Just get your things
I’ve made up your mind(laugh).
LoLa.

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by Lola.