Sad Clowns
Telling really, I'm not sorry

 

telling really,when i grow old
hug will mean nothing to me and it feels like a bean
and this thoughts in my head
seems like i`m getting broken and dead every day
you aborted my last help
well,i`m not going to play this ex-game again
and listening to you every day
is now just another pain in my head

sorry,sorry
for every single breath that i spit in your life
that`s for every day,for every single minute that you were in my heart
and i wanna begin
kicking another hearts again
and you,go fuck yourself,i`m not going to interfere in your mind
disappear in you head

telling really
i don`t wanna be cool or something,man,
what the fuck does it mean?i wanna be me
just to be my last chip
even if i will stand at rock bottom
i wanna you to fall from there
see,bitch,what the fuck does it mean?
i want you to die in that chainsaw`s razor blade
and,shit,i dont feel myself pity,yes,i dont have a leg and you`d cut it off


sorry,sorry
for every single breath that i spit in your life
that`s for every day,for every single minute that you were in my heart
and i wanna begin
kicking another hearts again
and you,go fuck yourself,i`m not going to interfere in your mind
disappear in you head

sorry,sorry
for every single breath that i spit in your life
that`s for every day,for every single minute that you were in my heart
and i wanna begin
kicking another hearts again
and you,go fuck yourself,i`m not going to interfere in your mind
disappear in you head