A Girl in a Woman’s Dress.

(otro tema para el nuevo proyecto que estoy empezando. 

Esta escrito en Inglés y tiene hasta una demo, 

que ya saldrá cuando tenga que salir...)

A Girl in a Woman’s Dress.

Don’t say that you wanted me,

because you lie,

Don’t say that you loved me,

Because you lie,

Don’t blame it to the lover’s routine,

That’s no excuse,

Don’t say that you've don’t been mean,

Because you know that it’s true.

You made me feel real love,

But I only served you,

To turn you into a woman,

Oh God should have guessed

That you were nothing more,

That a girl in a woman’s dress.

Don’t say that you found yourself

Because you don’t,

Don’t sat that you love yourself,

Because you don’t,

Don’t blame it to your immaturity,

That’s no excuse,

Don’t brag about your morality,

You know that you lack of it.

You made me feel real love,

But I only served you,

To turn you into a woman,

Oh God should have guessed

That you were nothing more,

That a girl in a woman’s dress.

Actions speak above word,

And the only things I see,

Above your bunch of philosophy,

Is a black widow, empty of soul

Eating man trying to find his own.

Throwing the corpses without gratitude,

Deeply into the lungs of solitude.

If you say that I hurt you so bad,

Why don’t you show it?

If you say that I made you so sad,

Why don’t you show it?

Why instead of facing our problems,

You buried your head in the sand?

You know that you can’t fight any battles,

Because you're afraid you lose your stand.

You made me feel real love,

I gave you real love

But you only want me,

To turn you into a woman,

Oh God should have guessed

That you were nothing more,

That a girl in a woman’s dress.