segunda-feira, 17 de março de 2008

A noite de ontem.

I was outside waiting for you
Waiting waiting waiting…
And you were outside waiting for her
Waiting waiting waiting…
I was so tired of this shit…
I broke your head
And you broke my eyes
I broke your bottle and you broke my veins
You called me crazy and I called you coward
Then your angel comes…
And your sickness cries until the next cigarette.
E eu me dissolvi misturada em fumaça...

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