She told me not,
the disappointment I did not do anything right
I can not learn, I'm like an animal
I miss you
she said goodbye
love is not possible
as a destruction
if there are insects of tomorrow
there are no lucides without hope
for being anywhere
except here I was a tourist from the bellesa
the things that one does to live
in not losing your head.
she said it was over and I believed her as not
the truth is a very requested wardrobe
and in low light she said is the end and I
I dreamed it the night before the fatilica
root of the omen and the demolition
for being anywhere except here
I was a beauty tourist
the coas that one does to live in no
lose one's head
the pain was inside the thought
the lost origins of the lament
where are they? we left the route.
for being anywhere except here
I was a beauty tourist
the things that one does to live
in not losing your head.
she said it's over ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)