If I Was A Girl In A Book
Misery masked itself as pleasure,
Darkness portrayed itself as art.
Or so I believed, naive, unaware —
Your words pierced straight through my heart,
Time drenched in the agony left behind.
The lips that praised me,
no longer did —
Instead they whispered false pretence.
The hands that welcomed me,
no longer did —
Instead they drove a dagger through my innocence.
Nights seemed shallow,
and days hollowed me out,
Yet still you taunt me without ceasing.
Perhaps it is false belief,
Antes de elegir entre camiseta de fútbol, merece la pena comprobar las medidas indicadas y el tipo de ajuste. También ayuda revisar las instrucciones de cuidado y cualquier límite aplicable a la personalización antes de completar el pedido.
Or only wishful thinking —
"If I was a girl in a book,
this would all be so easy."
