sexta-feira, 7 de maio de 2010




Bittersweet Memories
Bullet For My Valentine


You turn me off at the push of a button.
Then you pretend that I don't mean nothing.
I'm not saint, that's easy to tell.
But guess what honey? You ain't no angel!

You like to scream, use words as a weapon.
Well, go ahead, take your best shot women.
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see.
But guess what honey? It's not that easy!

We get so complicated.
This thing is for our memories.

So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down and burn them all.
Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say.
So, take the ashes from the floor.
Bury it all, to just make sure.
That nothing more is left of me.
Just bittersweet memories.

I wanna run and escape from your prison.
But when I leave, I feel something is missing.
I'm not afraid that's easy to tell.
This can't be heaven, feels like I'm in hell.
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking.
I want more, I can't stop craving.
I still want you, it's easy to see.
But guess what honey? You're not that good for me!

We get so complicated.
This thing is for our memories.

So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down and burn them all.
Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say.
So, take the ashes from the floor.
Bury it all, to just make sure.
That nothing more is left of me.
Just bittersweet memories.

We get so complicated.
This thing is for our memories.
We get so complicated.

So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down and burn them all.
Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say.
So, take the ashes from the floor.
Bury it all, to just make sure.
That nothing more is left of me.
Just bittersweet memories.

Woh oh, there's nothing left to say.
Woh oh, there's nothing left to say.

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