terça-feira, maio 16, 2006

As time goes by

Things don´t get better. .


I need to get high
I want to dissapear
I need a sunshine and a sunset
With a sprinkle of salt water

I feel that i´m hunged up on a bad place
My mind sometimes is a spectrum
Lost in the clouds and in time

The real me
Just has to hold fast

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