Monday, August 13, 2007

Sinto-me...

frustrada e triste...amanha volto e conto porquê!

por mais sol que haja aqui vai continuar cinzento e enublado...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I was drawn...
Riding atop a black horse.
Whatever prize there was,...
I could only observe...
Where the trouble starts.
Where does it end?
How can I be cured,...
How, before it ends?

I know... life would be different if I... held on. Held on.
I know... I could be something if I... held on.

Gave her life away,...
Put it in my pocket when it shoulda been framed.
Oh, I lost its shine.
Gotta get this outta my head,...
Out of my bed!
How could it end,...
End like this?
How could it end?

I know... life would be different had I... held on. Held on.
I know... I could be something had I... held on. Held on.
I know... I could be something if I... held on! Held on.
I know... life would be different if I... held on! Held on!

Held on. Held on. If I...
Held on. Held on. If I...
Held on. Held on. If I...
Held on. Held on.


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