Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
segunda-feira, 25 de abril de 2011
Living in the past Forgetting this Not having spent The future is ahead Has no future Live this content I see my daughter cry Hear their tear drain How healthy is your toys Scattered on the ground to collect Not having to worry about Taking time to bloom With the learning time Anything can happen Feel my fingers callous My eyes burn My mouth yawning And my brain rust Yes learn and evolve Conquer, achieve and practice Progress and think That will start tomorrow My aching body my muscles defined are few and weak before this immensity important thing is not to know know why know satisfaction of my doubts finding the answer to why I am not a machine the machine that is not human 'm flesh and bone rational ordering all this metal
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