Terça-feira, 8 de Dezembro de 2009

the world behind my wall.

It's raining today, the blinds are shut. It's always the same. I tried all the games that they play,
But they made me insane. Life on TV it's random, But it means nothing to me. I'm writing down what I cannot see, Wanna wake up in a dream.
Oh, oh. They're teeling me it's beautiful. I believe them, but will I ever know, The world behind my wall.

Oh, oh. The sun will shine like never before. One day I will be ready to go, See the world behind my wall.
Trains in the sky are travelling. Trough fragments of time. They're taking me to parts of my mind. That no one can find.

I'm ready to fall. I'm ready to crawl on my kness to know it all. I'm ready to heal. I'm ready to feel.

Oh, oh. They're teeling me it's beautiful. I believe them, but will I ever know, The world behind my wall.

Oh, oh. The sun will shine like never before. One day I will be ready to go, See the world behind my wall.
I'm ready to fall. I'm ready to crawl on my kness to know it all. I'm ready to heal. I'm ready to feel. Take me there! Take me there! Take me there!

Oh, oh. They're teeling me it's beautiful. I believe them, but will I ever know the world behind my wall.

 

publicado por márciarodrigues às 16:06
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márcia rodrigues. 20 de novembro de 1996. porto. grégory lemarchal. música. amigos. guitarra. piano. sorrisos. abraços. ♥


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