martes, 17 de febrero de 2009

...AND SUNDAY ALWAYS COMES TOO LATE...


I would say I´m sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I´ve said too much Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and Laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes´cause boys don´t cry Boys don´t cry
I would break down at your feet And beg forgiveness Plead with you But I know that It´s too late And now there´s nothing I can do
So I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try tolaugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes´cause boys don´t cry boys don´t cry
I would tell youThat I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that it´s no useThat you´ve already Gone away
Misjudged your limits Pushed you too far Took you for grantedI thought that you needed me more
Now I would do most anything To get you back by my side But I just Keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes´cause boys don´t cry Boys don´t cry Boys don´t cry
THE CURE, "BOYS DON'T CRY"

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Hi Alej! Take it easy, relax boy!
The Sunday always comes too late, because the man makes the world a crazy Saturday night, so feel free.
And on Sunday became sad, heavy, dull and miniature...
The picture is great!
Greetings, AnÓnImO.

LoO* dijo...

Me encantó el dib.

recontra re lindo.

quiero uno para mi pieza.

(yo te firmaba el fotolog, el mío era /oh_nox )