sexta-feira, junho 07, 2002

Tá, eu sei que ando escrevendo muito mal
E?
Não posso fazer nada...

Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all
Im ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away
What stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day

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