segunda-feira, 29 de julho de 2013


Sitting besides the window,
Supported with a pillow,
Hands on the cheek like a widow.

I know it's not that bad,
But I'm just sad,
Things are just so sad.

Going away without any choice,
The only thing I hear is a voice,
Very deep and moist.

Is this my new home?
Or do I have to make it my own?
I can't turn into a bone!

There are no clouds,
The only thing I hear is music out loud.
Yeah I know, that's sad.

Trying to be strong,
But it always turns out wrong,
I never get where I belong.

But what is done is done,
I'm already gone,
All I can do is phone.

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