Dulce de Pera: agosto 2009

28 de agosto de 2009

Lossing everything.

Lose my ~~mind~~, lose my ~~way~~.

Lose my ~~hope~~, lose my ~~faith~~.

I’m lossing everything,

but don’t let me lose you.

Don't ~~play~~ me.

Don't feel ~~sorry~~ for me.

Stay just if you wanna do it.

Don't let me lose you,

at least you are thinking 'bout him ~~soo much~~,

that in your heart'll be no place for us.

He kissed my lips, I tasted your mouth.

He kissed my lips,

I tasted your mouth..

All I really want

is to hold you tight.

I just can’t say it.

I miss you.

I love you.

I need you.

No not, tonight.

I just can’t say it.

I guess I need you baby.

Everytime I try to fly,

I fall without my winds,

I feel so small.

I guess I need you baby.

9 de agosto de 2009

The stars in your eyes sets my soul on fire.
Your voice is like an angel above me.
The touch of your hand drives me insane.
But baby, I want to be loved.
I'm crazy about every little thing you do.
I cherish the way you hug me.
Your kiss is so sweet, honey, it can't be beat.
But baby, I want to be loved.
Every time I ask you for a date,
You don't come at all, or you're mighty late.
I ask you to dance, take a little spin
You say "Wait a minute, here comes my friend"
I love the way you walk when you pass me by.
And, even when you try to snub me
You kiss me baby, when you give me the eye.
But baby, I want to be loved.

8 de agosto de 2009

Over my dead body, this is how it will end.

I take these turns a bit too fast, trying to leave you in my past. The CD skips our favorite songs, our greatest hits; just don't belong. I really love to hate this love hate. Hate love relationships are over-rated, over my dead body is how this will end. He said it's over and I could go for another chance to do this over again. So this is it? After all We've been thrught, we call it quits and-a I'm about to wash my prints. Oh, the little I had left, he said it's over. And I could really go for a cup of coffee and an overdose. Leave it all behind me. You'll see it when you finally find me, comatose or pretty close, cover up copy and an overdose. I pop these pills like cracker jacks, and the price that plays dice just watching you react. When you'r depressed you, sleep too much, I'm not sure if I'm waking up. It's over-rated, over my dead body Is how this will end. You said it'd over and I could go for another chance to do this over again.

So this is it? After all?