peças pequenas estilhaços bocados de mim aos pedaços só te quero pelo que tens que é meu ou ainda serei e apenas sou quando não te sei
the other side
On a misty battle field My opponent holds a shield Tall and wide so I can’t see What is fancy what is real He lures me near then strikes me down I should leave him there but I’m lost in his sound Is he confused, lonesome, afraid Or cold, unmoved, with nothing to say I … Continue reading the other side
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how can you not when you do give in to what you thought wasn't there when it is dare.
lullaby
shut your ears to the screaming silence of the night let your eyes give in to all the weight in your soul and sleep. dream as if you had never woken up.
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