domingo, 29 de abril de 2012

Their design

Don´t tell me what´s right or what´s wrong!
For I think I can distinguish just fine.
Even through the deception well developed and so long.
I´d say these frustrations these illusions are all just mine.
The little piece of you, you play like an instrument, your song.
kidding yourself a plain piece of this man´s simple design.
A piece of his play that you now belong.
 So I´ll watch your dance as the sun sets and your fantasies dine.
Treating them like kings, you seemed so fond.
They were feeders of your sweet wine.
Out of their Kingdom I couldn´t drag you.
You´ve lied to yourself, you´ve shielded me and shielded the truth.

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