Don’t know how much you screw it up
You think you’re never wrong
Never listen
That’s just too bad
No point on thinking about yesterday
Is too late now
It would never be the same
Were too different now
Don’t know how much you messme up
Don’t bother angel trying to explain
I know exactly was goes on
When you’re on
Just tell all your friends
You got your gun to my head…
The worst of this, is all your fault
Now there’s nothing to hold me back
I would never ask if you never told me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
All our secrets are meant to tell in trouble
Am a addict for dramatic
But you’re sick and arrogant
As miserable as you can get
Of that am sure
And if were keeping score it takes one to know one
Liar L I A R i t t a k e s O N E t o k n o w O N E !
Sat small sweet so delicate
I’ll break you like porcelain
The hell with you and all your friends
You kept still until the long drive home
I won’t say one word neither do you
There’s too much pride in between
First one to talk loose
But don’t let it go to your head
GIRLS LIKE YOU ARE DIME A DOZEN!
I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions!
René Agustín Morales Rodríguez.
(RENAMOR)