Idioma Origen:
Our battles are repetious
if not broken poetry
and maybe that´s the attraction
that you´re as self-absorbed as me
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I´ll just write this down
with hopes that you´ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you´ll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover´s mistakes.
My past is mine to keep
Who are you to question me...?
Perhaps someday you´ll learn
Too bad
it´s not our turn
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I´ll just write this down
with hopes that you´ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you´ll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover´s mistakes.
Idioma Destino:
Our battles are repetious
if not broken poetry
and maybe that´s the attraction
that you´re as self-absorbed as me
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I´ll just write this down
with hopes that you´ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you´ll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover´s mistakes.
My past is mine to keep
Who are you to question me...?
Perhaps someday you´ll learn
Too bad
it´s not our turn
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I´ll just write this down
with hopes that you´ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you´ll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover´s mistakes.