Soy lo que ustedes me hicieron.

martes, 10 de julio de 2012

I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense

You'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too fool to swallow my pride

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