i will lock me in my room
i will cry last tear to share
never been away from doom
never had no one that would care
missed your heart will be
close to my dead whisper
never cared about me
when i´ve became weaker and weaker
cause the stake that you craved
in the middle of my heart
will never be forgotten
will never be torn appart
i´ve closed my door of disappointment
i´ve closed it tight for good
will never see my smile again
even if there is no pain
you better keep your head on the noose
i´ll have no mercy or sorrow
when you sing the last cry of the goose
i´ll have no mercy or sorrow....
....neither for me
....neither for you
RIP aka sorrow
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2 comentários:
hummm... agrada-me quando se escreve com raiva. Agradam-me os sentimentos de fúria lírica...
my dreams, dreams of violence... see them coming true.
Tás lá.
caro corvo a vida e feita de encontros e desencontros, raiva e amizade e alegria e tristeza!
as vezes mesmo que queiramos estar la, temos de nos ausentar do mais puro dos sentimentos!muito obrigada pela tua visita, tu e que estas la(escreves divinamente):P
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