Munch, 1893

manoefelipe

Compositor: manoefelipe

I lay on bed
I can't hear anything
But do I wanna know?
The days come and go
But I'm still here
My stomach upset
My feelings are dead
Only God knew it
I want to leave here
I don't belong here
I break all the mirrors
When I look at you
How could you turn to me
And say you're not beautiful?
Preparing potions and spells in the bathroom
Do you know yourself?
Went like a host
Kept me with the age

You didn't let me tell
The truth to your mother
You couldn't ruin your reputation
To your family
You knew you were wrong
Threw me like food to the throng
I really asked for mercy
And now she hates me

So you thought that I sleep
With a knife under the bed?
That I'd kill you when you
Break me after an argument?
But the pain of the truth
I'm carrying through the beds
I cry till I sleep
And the sand in the clock
Never seems to fall to me

I cried enough until the pain
Didn't make sense anymore
Oh, I suffered enough to forget the war

I think I talk to much
Think I think too much
And I don't want to open up again
I left that house
With tears in my eyes
But I really miss
Those fun and young times

But one day they'll discover your lies
And everything will come back
To you, oh
Then you'll hold a thousand cubes of ice
You'll see yourself on my shoes
And feel miserable

So you thought that I sleep
With a knife under the bed?
That I'd kill you when you
Break me after an argument?
But the pain of the truth
I'm carrying through the beds
That I cry till I sleep
And the sand in the clock
Never seems to fall for me
Yeah, yeah
Oh

So you thought that I sleep
With a knife under the bed?
That I'd kill you when you
Break me after an argument?
But the pain of the truth
I'm carrying through the beds
That I cry till I sleep
And the sand in the clock
Never seems to fall for me