disa

If you think I´m bad person than you don´t like me,
well I guess I will make my own, it´s a circle, a mean cycle.
I can´t excite you anymore, where´s your gavel? Your jury?
Baby what´s my offense this time?
You are not a judge but if you going to judge me,
sentence me to another life.
After all things that happen this is the best thing that could happen,
if we can hold on any longer I won´t have made it.
It´s not a wore, not it´s not a rapture,
I´m just s human and I´m not perfect
, but you just couldn´t take it!
Now it´s time for me to let you go and fed for myself.
I don´t want to hear you cry,
I don´t want to feel your pain
cause you swear it´s all my fault.
We are not the same anymore,'
we used to be the friends who stuck together,
we wrote our names in blood,
but I guess we are better off this way now when you treat
me just like another stranger. I guess I will go,
I best be on my way out.