terça-feira, 30 de setembro de 2008

hos

She is like a closed door
so high, so hard
She is like a empty pocket
so poor, so frightened

I will take her idea
of want change my life
everything is a mistake
I never asked for you
if you want to be my wife

No time for another stuff
No laughs for any girl
All you want is a proof
Why you wanna see me so ill?

Bury my body 'cause my soul
was with your promise of to be better
She was in the hope of smile

hope of smile





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