Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011
brunette I am not worthy of your love However great my pain I want to screen three times daily At dawn , night and day This desire is not over And this passion that increased Do not really know what I'm feeling I'm confused, looking for a reason But how long it lasted Best leave it all began I do not know why I still insist on canvas I do not know if I am , but regret deceive her But whenever agreement, still thinks of you brunette ! Afraid of losing her . Oh ! my little one. But I will not stop her from being happy So follow your path as always wanted As I said I am not worthy of your love I regret losing her , but then I feel a warmth If you do not see it is easy to overcome this hardness But if I find you can not resist its beauty I feel weak to admire it . But let flow like a stroke of a watercolor That score as blood from a wound , like a fountain But the result , narrates a horizon of a scar You will one day from my life and be happy But I want you to know , you left me a scar If you think I'm worthy of your love Show me the path or the output of this corridor Where time does not spare us This escapes me leaving me guilt Guilt is for lack of dedication And this is the reason of his anger As change comes to collecting crumbs I want you, but I lack time to found our True love is that which overcomes The time to miss the empty and waiting Wanted to be strong and put an end But I do not know what would become of me Without my brunette candy lips Stomach small but supports many pains Want more warmth in harness But what you do is just cry Repentance knocks on my door , handing me the result . Catch in my arms that innocence , without awareness Enlouquentes acts ranging up where Without rules and promises only for the reason of love
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