A Global Threat

A Global Threat
I don't want it all

It's all just a game, right? but I forget the fuckin' shifty rules
I'm not a poet I suppose if the elite defeat the meter of my prose
And in no uncertain terms mines is a feaith that isn't confirmed
Ask the berkeley position and what you're hearing isn't worth
The listen

But I don't want it all
I just want you

Don't get me all wrong, the scars were defensive wounds
I won't make a great liar, can't debate a taste I can't afford to acquire
Won't stoop down to clean up well
If your parents and friends think I looks like hell

So strike a proud pose
You drew the long straw just to cram It up your nose
You want a suit and tie to make band and multiply
Join the unsatisfied

You know what?
You're just not my type

Tina

Toegevoegd door Tina op wo 10 sep, 2008 10:41 pm

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Taal: Engels

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