Aún me sigo preguntando de dónde sale todo.

domingo, 17 de febrero de 2013

Sum 41 - Pieces.




I tried to be perfect, 
but nothing was worth it,
I don't believe it makes me real.
I thought it'd be easy,
but no one believes me,
I meant all the things I said.

If you believe it's in my soul,
I'd say all the words that I know;
just to see if you were a show,
that I'm trying to let you know:
that I'm better off on my own.

This place is so empty,
my thoughts are so tempting,
I don't know how it got so bad.
Sometimes it's so crazy
that nothing can save me,
but it's the only thing that I have.

If you believe it's in my soul,
I'd say all the words that I know;
just to see if you were a show,
that I'm trying to let you know:
that I'm better off on my own.

I tried to be perfect, 
it just wasn't worth it,
nothing could ever be so wrong.
It's hard to believe me, 
it never gets easy,
I guess I knew that all along.

If you believe it's in my soul,
I'd say all the words that I know;
just to see if you were a show,
that I'm trying to let you know:

that I'm better off on my own.


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