You Got It Wrong
When you found me on the street
Did you think you rescued me?
Bet you thought without you I would die
Like a snake you swallowed me
I took it till I couldn't breathe
Just to bring your fantasies to life
You count on the faithful
To get your way
And to follow your light
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
You fool me with your mystery
Preaching peace and charity
But I see through your vanity and lies
You think you got the best of me
But I will rewrite history
I'll take back my life to your surprise
If I could make it as painful
As you did for me
I'd be just wasting my time
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
There's a little part of me
That would like to see you cry
Even if it's just one tear
I know it would never dry
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
Похожие новости.
Day Old Blues
Toss me a breath, when you hold me down hot like a razor on my face something's growing that don't help me now paging the doctor just in case Low and behold things are
Покохала Козака Гуцулка
Гей, дiвчино любко, буковинська зiрко, Хлопець з Приднiпров’я шле тобi привiт. Гарна, мов смерiчка, з божественним личком, Саме снилась така менi вже кiлька лiт. Приспiв: Линуть спiваночки плаєм, В горах дзвенять лунко, Що козачкою вже стала Молода гуцулка. Юний
Fragile Bird
When she sleeps there is a fever dream, yeah It brings the night terrors to harm this fragile bird She speaks in tongues, the words they come undone, yeah Then with a wayward
Run ‘Em Off
RUN 'EM OFF (Oney Wheeler - Tracey Lee) « © '53 Peer International, BMI » Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house A little Red Ridinghood was scared as the mouse And
Наше Лето (feat МакSим)
Теперь и не ждать, теперь и не знать Недели летели, грусть, писала что-то в тетрадь Между строками читаю романы Набокова Хотелось кричать, одинокая Мне ли не ждать? скажи, мне ли не знать? Писать стихи, чтобы