Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
segunda-feira, 30 de maio de 2011
Be the poet or the interpreter Made puppet for these people No bickering Being the way it is Even your ceiling falling And keep smiling Floor without stopping Accommodated not devote Believe that the world Ira change I wash my dirty clothes I plant my food I believe I can I do not think I came from And whither I go If the problem is math Why bothering me. Damn, each with their Says poor bastard But do not see the navel Tomorrow it could be you Bloomy And candles in the four corners 'm Pleased elegant Than that serves It's just a piece of cloth With a beautiful name advertise poison Our poison is better a "single drop just Buy now and experience if you do not like going back to complain sit on top of a mountain forgetting all those people hypocritical and arrogant breathe fresh air, admire the sky relax and open a soda burp tight putting out impurities fattening me and me enfeia purify the fountain of pure water drinking the simple things savoring its taste and find that still has no cure use no moral only feel the heat heating this cold wind admire the chlorophyll of plants it stops being not Get Fat Beautify the immobilized life without invading anyone's place what really matters is what I am that a liquid drop my appears someone like you no matter if your ideas are confused not knowing what to say
quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011
Being jealous is natural within the normal And how to play against yourself without morals lanejo I will say looking for an outlet Intrigue turned into a fight, this one-way road Now I hear a girl crying, just listen I do not see Disguise and go out to walk, do not know where, but I leave my contempt The tears seemed endless, along with the bad words, which I mistreated yes Take a fright and I'm on guard, not believing that you spoke to me Now I hear a bell ring, din gift Pride prevents says his kiss was good Time passed and my ego grew Já'não recall what love could be mine You against me says that the bell is not a gift Din What difference does it make, his kiss was really bomTrapaceando hate this game Where whoever wins gets idleness. Bringing into play as a trophy love her. You suffer for something that did not happen The time darkened and everything was so peaceful Want to control you and keep you with me in a span I feel someone traveling, I try and not against I hear a bird singing perched on a tree trunk How wish I could fly and be watching you But I realize that walking is better than crawling up when Time passed and my ego grew Have not remember the love that could be my
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