Dear friends of this academy,
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death.
To see a friend bleed to death
and what for, some kind of metaphor
that I can't see?
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick,
so I'll give up on you, I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
so I'll give up on this, I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
raise your fingers for one last salute.
And bleed this skyline dry,
your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down.
I don't care for you sweet scent
or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent,
or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
raise your fingers for one last salute.
And bleed this skyline dry,
your history is mine.
Archers in your arches,
raise your fingers for one last salute.
And bleed this skyline dry,
your history is mine.
It's all mine.
It's all mine.
It's all mine.
Archers in your arches,
raise your fingers for one last salute.
And bleed this skyline dry,
your history is mine.
Archers in your arches,
raise your fingers for one last salute.
And bleed this skyline dry,
your history is mine.
Momentos de silêncio me trazem bons frutos sempre que possível. As palavras se misturam e muitas vezes tornam-se a voz de meu coração. Eis um pedacinho do que seria a mais pura forma de interagir com as palavras : Deixa-las apenas fluirem. Boa leitura ♥
domingo, 14 de setembro de 2008
History - Funeral for a friend
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Não vale ficar sumida desse jeito e ainda postar em inglês...
Vou ficar triste ;[!
beijos.
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