martes, 13 de octubre de 2009


Like the days Passed by
i start to complain
what did happen to my life

i dont care
cuz i don't share
it's my life at last
it's my blood in fact

I remember the air in my face
running through my wuthering hair
i remember that feeling
is that to feel alive?

i remember walking the roads
the music in my ears and in my oath
i remember your fragrance
notalgic moment of balance

and now i understand
you went far away with my life
give it back to me
In my body there is only blood,
but the blood is rotten without a heart

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