quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2009

Talkative, but blameful

- Oh God, why do you keep falling down to pieces?
I ask myself what's the reason about this bullshit.
All about the fucking unfaithful gift of being someone new.
I've been searching for this heaven that you told me.
But all I can see is illness.

- Be brave, my boy.
Be brave.
Fell this heart near yours.
Someone would like to be felt.
So feel it!
Don't be afraid to fly again.

- We are over, sweet Lord.
We are over.
I am over.