Get Out

Get Out

I like to remember you
But I think this isn't good
Because you tried to kill me, with your love

You always played guitar to me
And sang musics like "I'm Yours"
You bewitched me all the time
Made me your best toy

Don't come with tears
I said you would regret it

Now you got screwed boy
Because I don't need you
And I don't miss you
I have what I want
And you're not in my plans

I wish I could put you in the trash
You made me a fool and neverthless
I gave you everything you ever wanted

You should think before talking
'Cause you only say stupid things
You hurt me with your words
And your fake promises.

Don't come with tears
I said you would regret it

Now you got screwed boy
Because I don't need you
And I don't miss you
I have what I want
And you're not in my plans

Get out
Get out of my life
You're loosing your time

Hoje vejo a história por trás dessa música e acho até graça!

Escrevi "Get Out" há uns 6 anos atrás depois de descobrir que uma pessoa querida da época (não mais) não era aquilo que demonstrava ser.

E como disse o ilustre Caio Fernando Abreu: "Tô me afastando de tudo que me atrasa, me engana, me segura e me retém..."

Dito e feito!

Então é isso! Um "GET OUT"  para todos os badboys e badgirls que iludiram pobres coraçõezinhos e um "ACORDA" para as pessoas que se deixaram iludir.

Quem nunca?!

Enjoy it!

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