וול, שיר פריטי גרוע על חברה טובה שלי לשעבר
Desperate Measures Call for Desperate Times Those skirmishes became a sweet memory of bitter times, And bitter-sweet memories they are. But more of this and less than that Create the perfect recipe of a once-happy couple. But the dishes ended up spending the night in the sink. I was sure you will be back, but your conceit wouldn't let you come back home. The electricity went off, And I found myself praying in the dark, but you won't Come. Never let it go. Your inside-outside has split to three. Malevolence and cheap disguise Won't let me see your face tonight. (Tonight your face is mine) You must love the moments when you see a wound of mine being unbandaged, When you're the most perfect to do the job Of giving me a hand with whatever you don't know I have. When I look around me In a desperate attempt to find someone to listen to I comprehend how many clocks I've got that won't work time. I can still recall your voice singing you won't be like that. But what happened was so and unpredictable. You had said you abhor those who act the way you did. So tell me, what am I suppose to think about you? אם יש טעויות, תתעלמו XD
