Two month ago I was home alone and searching for a soul
Two month since then I became someone that I don't even know
I was hurt waiting for someone else's love
No even bothered by the fact that I've had enough
How stupid can I be to still have feelings?
To fall in love with words that has several meanings
To always have my nice and noble purposes
And ignore your bloody curses
'Cause I thought you'd bring me only red roses
But you remind me that I need to be persecuted
Remind me Teddy, when I talk is stupid
Remind me Teddy, when I breathe is worthless
Remind me Teddy, I've had 16 years of me
Remind me Teddy, I've had my crappy personality
And all my friend know now what's up with you and I
They think I think too much and I should make you fly
2 A.M., two weeks before
I felt like I can gain the war
Or maybe just to touch the shore
But with you I can't be sure
You have your truth and your way to make me wanna stay
But I should say someday that is no reason to talk anyway
How stupid can I be to still have feelings?
To fall in love with words that has several meanings
To always have my nice and noble purposes
And ignore your bloody curses
'Cause I thought you'd bring me only red roses
But you remind me that I need to be persecuted
Remind me Teddy, when I'm attractive I'm a hypocrite
Remind me Teddy, you believe in me
Remind me Teddy, I'm the only one you hit
Remind me Teddy, I have to deal with it
I'm reading riddles when I talk with you and is not fun at all
You can't tell but over thinking makes me crazy
The light is on; I can be forever by my own
Can you tell now? Here's a picture of us and it is hazy!
How stupid can I be to still have feelings?
To fall in love with words that has several meanings
To always have my nice and noble purposes
And ignore your bloody curses
'Cause I thought you'd bring me only red roses
But you remind me that I need to be persecuted
Remind me Teddy, when I talk is stupid
Remind me Teddy, when I breathe is worthless
Remind me Teddy, I've had 16 years of me
Remind me Teddy, I've had my crappy personality
But the story is not done, it is growing in dust
Kisses and goodbyes and a lack of trust
Is this love? I hope is not
Love can't be so fu*king hard
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PoetryEnjoy the lyric. Make your own beat.What I do is poetry...but if you add imagination, my poetry become something more, it become a song, made by you. The song can be pop, rick, k-pop, rap, hip-hop or whatever you love. Just make yoursefl comfortable.
