Thursday 19 January 2012 photo 1/2
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You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothin'
I'm not a saint that's easy to tell
But guess what honey, you ain't no angel
You like to scream these words as a weapon
Well go ahead, take your best shot woman
I wanna' leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, it's not that easy
We get so complicated (Complicated)
These fingers for our memories
[Chorus]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say, so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missin'
I'm not afraid that's easy to tell
This can't be heaven, it feels like I'm in hell
You're like the drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you it's easy to see
But guess what honey your not that good for me
We get so complicated (Complicated)
These fingers for our memories
Annons
Camera info
Camera COOLPIX S3100
Focal length 5 mm
Aperture f/3.2
Shutter 1/320 s
ISO 80