Idioma Origen:
you´re my target, you´re my ticket
safe and secure in a hopeless smile.
used up one you´re a torch for some,
but for me it´s an itch, it´s a pain, it´s a trial
wait for your eyes to give it away
still looking for something to say
your eyes still give it away
when you take what you fake
you´re just a used up girl living in your useless world
you´ve got no faith to speak of, only pain
you´re just a sad sad trick
when you´re overcome i feel so sick
come down, so down, off your hate
whichever opiate you like comes to mind
whatever demon that you seek you will find
just remember that you take the love you fake
and so it goes when you live like one.
i know what you´re after
i feel your suicide
Idioma Destino:
you´re my target, you´re my ticket
safe and secure in a hopeless smile.
used up one you´re a torch for some,
but for me it´s an itch, it´s a pain, it´s a trial
wait for your eyes to give it away
still looking for something to say
your eyes still give it away
when you take what you fake
you´re just a used up girl living in your useless world
you´ve got no faith to speak of, only pain
you´re just a sad sad trick
when you´re overcome i feel so sick
come down, so down, off your hate
whichever opiate you like comes to mind
whatever demon that you seek you will find
just remember that you take the love you fake
and so it goes when you live like one.
i know what you´re after
i feel your suicide