[lunes, abril 21, 2008]
[Traumatologie Actual: ]
nothing to share...
kinda weird, bleedin' blue blood, but shhhhh! not to share
my soul was free, now is trapped
on my mind, always whispers yellin names...
my eyes don't listen to your colours,
but the colours always saying "please, don't share"
my wounds tends to feel a fine frenzy
whenever you touch the evanescent faith...
faith always tell me... nothing to share.
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por dave * lunes, abril 21, 2008
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