.: SADLYRICS :.

there are some days I think of my, silly way to hide my will to die
seeing beauty even in a fly, maybe you’re the reason I'm so afraid at night
I walk outside and look up high , I swear there is no one single time
I don't feel like I'm looking into your eyes, cause they were so full of light

no matter how hard I try, looking at your photos
of the empty cold blue sky, always makes me wanna cry. 
/I wasn't really ready to say goodbye.../

you greet me with your unpleasant fake laugh, I really ain’t that funny, love
and look at me with that petty face saying “do you still love me, honey?”
I actually kinda hate you right now, even more than myself because
you make it so hard to breath sometimes, and say it ain’t on purpose

it’s just awful to be alive, it has been like that since I was five
and even knowing I’m in pain they say “hey, isn’t okay to cry”
“put on a happy face”, “you don’t deserve to ruin my day”
“let’s go shopping and you can ge met something from the display”

I bought you a fake diamond ring with blue sapphires and shit
just looking at the first installment makes me wanna quit
/I get out of bed didn't slept at night
go talk to my shrink and say “goodmorning, Iwannadie”/

there are some days I think of freaking pretty photos
of the empty cold blue sky,
seeing beauty even in a fly, 
always makes me wanna cry

/I get out of bed, looking at your photos
of the empty cold blue sky,
go talk to my shrink and say
/I wasn't really ready to tell her goodbye.../

goodmorning iwannadie :)

.:SADLYRICS:.

hmm, que conveniente você parado aí na frente, só esperando eu errar 
hmm, que incompetente nem sequer me surpreende, vai correndo anunciar 
por que não fala a verdade? por qual motivo mente a idade?
a quem cê quer enganar? a quem quer manipular?

admito que não é certo eu te expor desse jeito, 
poderia até constar o que eu sei de bom a teu respeito, mas daí não vou nem cantar 
sua língua diz o bastante, como se não fosse obstante aquela mulher que você finge amar nem sequer desconfia que sua mente vazia combina com o seu coração 
(‘indassim ela tá na palma da sua mão)

você é o primeiro a me xingar e o último a chorar, se faz de inocente
fala quando pertinente, dos meus sentimentos, que indecente (o último a chorar)
for ya I’m a ghost, make me feel sorry that I exist, in your head I’m freaking shit
your dream is to live in a place I’m not even born, then you'd finally be blissed

.:you’ll never truly be my father, not because I don’t have your blood
but because I don’t have your stupid love:.

I wish, no matter what you think of me, that you never go through what I have been.
And when you finally leave, I wish you to be as happy as you could, possibly.

Letra e composição: O guille.
Arte da capa: GDJ

ultimoachorar

eu gosto da cor amarela, de cantar e comer gelatina diet

goodmorning iwannadie :) out now

o guille.