domingo, 29 de março de 2015

Dreams To Nowhere.

I was only there
Working hard
Trying to make some money

You came from nowhere
Threw your cards
What's that supposed to mean, honey?

I was about to fall into your arms
Then realized I was gonna play with fire
I'm not that self-confident
Though I try to be

You brought me dreams to nowhere
I'm just a kid
Stop laughing at me
I'm made of dreams to nowhere
Why do you want me?
Stop calling me

6pm, done with work
Time to leave
Then I go upstairs

I get some food
Feel the temporary breeze
Oh, I see you there

You told me you like my style
My style is fucked up like my sick mind
You said I'd be rich by looking fine
Still don't know if I'm ready to play with fire

You brought me dreams to nowhere
I'm just a kid
Stop laughing at me
I'm made of dreams to nowhere
Why do you want me?
It's not okay to laugh at me

Delete my number
Stop calling me
Or you'll burn along
You're like fire
It's like you're burning me
Please, move along

                                      - Alexandre Vargas 

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