martes, 11 de agosto de 2009

I make the most of all the stress
i try to live without regret
but i m about to break a sweat
im freaking out
its like a poison in my brain
its like a fog that blurs the scene
its like a vine you cant untame
oh im freaking out
everytime i turn around
something dont feel right
i might be paranoid
im boarding the lines
cause they just might split
can someone stop the noise?
i dont know what it is
but it just dont fit
im paranoid

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