Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2014
Brown Girl
I'm not worthy of your love
However great my pain
I want to screen three times a day
At dawn, night and day
This wish is not over
And this passion that increased
Not really know what I'm feeling
I am confused, looking for a reason
But how long it lasted
Better to leave it all began
I do not know why I still insist on Canvas
I do not know if I am, but regret deceive it
But whenever agreement, still think of you, brunette!
Afraid to lose it. Oh! my little one.
But I did not stop her from being happy
So take its course as always wanted
As I said I am not worthy of your love
I regret that I lose it, but then feel the heat
If you do not see is easy to overcome this hardness
But if I find you can not resist its beauty
I am a weak to admire it.
But let flow like a stroke of a watercolor
That score like 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 with guilt
Guilt is for lack of dedication
And this is the reason of his indignation
As change comes to collecting crumbs
I want you, but I lack time for our found
True love is the one who overcomes
The time to miss the empty and waiting
I wanted to be strong and put an end
But I do not know what would become of me
Without my brunette candy lips
Belly small but supports many pains
In the warmth want more leverage
But what you do is just cry
Repentance knocks on my door, handing me the result.
I pick up in my arms that innocence without being aware
Acts enlouquentes ranging up to where
No rules and no promises only by the love of reason
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