Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
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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