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)