Souvenirs, café, chatting, words,
goodbyes, laughs, jokes, nights,
as much that they are
reality it´s so cruel, so fuck up
I´m feeling an excuse , simple solace
locked inside my mind, sitting alone
Need to heal... need to die
a death takes my hand
blinds me and suffocates me
reality it´s so mean, so fuck up
Take this pain away dear god
Take this dark inside my lost
Take this eyes from the ghosts
Take this head away dear Father
martes, 15 de diciembre de 2009
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