segunda-feira, 14 de maio de 2012
Hope
So maybe everything was a stuffy room
And it was unnecessarily dark in here
So maybe everything I'm is your silence
Or part of a elation or this is just me
So maybe now we're million years old
And they never ever fooled any of us
So maybe it's too damn absurd to tire
And we're never enough to give up
You may got stucked into gloom
And they expect it to born a new sense
Yet if patience is only a temporary accordance
We all lose ourselves once in a while
We're always being put back into place
We all can learn with nothing at all
So maybe it's easier to be a hypocrite
And in the end no one is guilty for being it so
So maybe they'll stuff their faces anyway
No one will never have what they're looking for
The truth is we'll never be their words
And they'll never be our wills
We'll never be their annoyances
And they'll never be our fears
The unknown will never make it less sweet
And nothing would be different as we thought it'd be
We all can submerge from the diving
We all can drive ourselves back and forth
We're always being put back into place
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