Pretty

It just happens sometimes,
That the people are dumb.
It’s not your mistake
That you care for the numb.

I met you on Sunday, I was full of joy,
I craved for the feelings, but got even more.

At first you were pretty, kept calling my name.
We spent time together, no one was here to blame.

Now I’m telling you…

Stop messing my mind,
Or I’ll be damn insane.
Stop using my desire,
Or I’ll bring you my pain.

I met you on Sunday, I was full of joy,
I craved for the feeling, but there’s no hope.

With your sunny smiles, with your shining eyes
I was so tricked to believe that you’re mine.

I wanted forever, but here I am.
Longing for past, there’s nothing to gain.

I keep telling you…

Stop messing my mind,
Or I’ll be damn insane.
Stop using my desire,
Or I’ll bring you my pain.

You were so my beauty, made me feel so good,
Now it’s just useless to do what I should.

Oh pretty, pretty, you were so witty
Oh girlie, girlie, you seemed so holy.

No one’s here to tell…

Stop messing with his mind,
Or he’ll be damn insane.
Stop using his desire,
Or he’ll bring you his pain.

Girlie, girlie, you were pretty
I still miss you being witty.

I met you on Sunday, the day was so bright
Now I don’t bother to remember the nights.