Chega!

Você é tão lindo,

Me faz rir toda hora,

Eu estou sorrindo,

Mas estou com ódio agora,

Me iludiu,

Me fez perder a cabeça,

Você sorriu,

Você quer que eu enlouqueça,

Você partiiiu,

Me deixou sem palavras,

Você me viiiuu,

Mas você fez a coisa errada,

Me iludiiiu,

Novamente eu te olhei,

Você caiiiu,

Mas dessa vez não te ajudei,

Chega de ti,

Chega de amor,

Chega de me iludir,

Chegar de dor,

Pra onde vou agora?

Sem você não sei pra onde andar,

Estou indo embora,

Vou esquecer e não te amar,

Vai ser difícil eu fazer tudo que quero,

Você é minha vida,

Eu sempre te espero,

Não me chame mais de querida,

Suas mãos não tocam nas minhas,

Todo o meu amor você roubou,

Não me venha com historinhas,

Pois agora tudo acabou.

Por: @Juuu_dy

The Gunsling Black Veil Brides
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this town's renegade is near.
I'm standing tall, awaiting host.
What's it like to see a ghost?

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
a one shot rhythm to the gunsling.
So long my sweet...
Bye bye...

Standin' alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

He clenched his fists and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud, awaiting host.
What's it like to be a ghost?

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
a one shot rhythm to the gunsling.
So long my sweet...

I hear those voices calling,
"Take your life."
I cannot take this lying down...
NO...!

Standin' alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

In time (In time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall, if I should pass.
It's worth one last stand
before the gates of hell...!
before the gates of hell...!
before the gates of hell...!


I hear those voices calling,
"Take your life."
I cannot take this lying down...
NO...!

Standin' alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

In time (In time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall, if I should pass.
It's worth one last stand
before the gates of hell...!

http://www.vagalume.com.br/black-veil-brides/the-gunsling.html#ixzz1HlKCHeDz