Testi:
Robots Butterflies

I live for these weekends And to take advantage of second chances With glances, still an outcast kid Now watch me decline The days are getting longer

Wait As we watch our lives float gently towards the sky These are the moments meant to These are the words you never said These are the nights i wont

Oh my O? have I planned my life I lived it but have I written it And you bake the cake and I eat it Never thought this was misleading I ran with all

Don?t hold me accountable For encounters I never wanted to get in With boys whose first interest Are to lay on sheets that Weren?t meant for them I explain

Red light, Waiting for a sign, these are the words that I wrote, the little I do, the less that i do right. So take these hearts and make me something

To my colleagues please Write something that I Might admire Might admire You just shoot glances At the girls in the Front row To get something sold

To my colleagues please Write something that I Might admire Might admire You just shoot glances At the girls in the Front row To get something sold

Don?t hold me accountable For encounters I never wanted to get in With boys whose first interest Are to lay on sheets that Weren?t meant for them I explain

Buried in a lie, the words never meant so much, the only problem is loosing touch with ourselves. even if we forget who we were, dont forget me. its