es gris, palabra sin valor.... Se que fui ingenua y me senti, colgando mariposas en el cielo, y hoy estoy temblando al raz del suelo, Se que fui ingenua
Traducción: La Polla Records. Ingénuo.
Ingenua x creer en tus palabras idiota x Qerer escuxarlas abrir el corazon, regalarte una sonrisa saber Q te he Qerido es lo Q me Qeda y tu te vas dejandome
: Ingenua x creer en tus palabras idiota x Qerer escuxarlas abrir el corazon, regalarte una sonrisa saber Q te he Qerido es lo Q me Qeda y tu te vas
hoy es gris, palabra sin valor.... Se que fui ingenua y me senti, colgando mariposas en el cielo, y hoy estoy temblando al raz del suelo, Se que fui ingenua
I'm not sayin' it was your fault Although you could have done more Oh, you're so naive yet so How could this be done? By such a smiling sweetheart Oh
I see someone's crying I see tears are shining I see grass is green I see what you feel I mean you are so Naive I see I'm not blind I mean you are so
'I want you all to go to your windows. Go to your windows and yell out. Scream with all the might that you can muster up inside your bruised, assaulted
Leave me now, I will rest forever Below this frozen earth All that's left are memories Loose your hand from mine, so pale and cold Turn away, spare yourself
Come and go now as you please Your actions write the melodies To those songs that we sing And you just sing And I finally found that life goes on without
Come and go now as you please Your actions write the melodies To the songs that we sing And you just sing And I finally found that life goes on without
I'm everything you resent I try my best to offend A repetitious urge that I can't pretend Another scar you scratch Another stab in your back Feeding
Fall to the floor board the cold sore on your face is getting sore so just burn it off In a fight with your best friend they said they're leaving
Well you've got everthing that you could possilby need. You've got your fast red car. You've got your lines of speed. You've got an office of your own
How you been, boy you're lookin' good Are you still livin' down in Birmingham Funny how things didn't turn out Like we thought they would Now here we
Yeah ! Feeling uneasy definitely ugly And it makes feel guilty Don't you feel sorry In between polarity My arms believe me courteous completely Isn't
