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The First Drink (EPISODE 1)
Like the second already gone,
Like the second you saw in my first phrase,
Yeah, that Is gone too,
But now my anterior phrase,
Is an anterior phrase,
But now they both are regards,
That fades,
You could act the same
A minute later,
You can even rant that you
Did it better?
But that’s impossible,
Because the time that left,
Left,
Like a page, that passed un-noticed,
Like a flower already withered,
Could be best,
Like a picture that was already taken,
Like some one that love, but his time
All ready gone,
The first drink to the floor,
And one look to the sky,
While the second drink is more pure,
Another year without you physically,
But in my mind you know how much I love you.
And, it doesn’t die, the one that is dead,
Only die who you forget,
At the end,
Death is so sure to be win.
Sometimes I think that dates,
Mess up all parties,
Appears, showing up,
In all corners, like daddy,
How much you discard,
Giving space for sadness,
And I see people,
That can’t forget a human been,
So madness,
When birthdays, comes alone,
And charismas already gone,
Every body happy, the sky still blue,
Only I know, how much I think about you,
While everybody dancing,
I see you in a picture remembering,
But,
I am so sure,
You wouldn’t like to see me like this,
I have a knot, in my throat, when I think about you, indeed
I find not peace, in me,
Does anyone knows the phone number of the beyond,
Please give it to me, so I can call,
The one, that is not longer with us,
Even if is it for a littler moment, or small minute,
So I can calm, and, end this infinity emptiness, and cursed,
Don’t tell me that you know, saying of course,
This feeling that eats me, all the way to my brain,
So, while I’m going to school, I not longer see you in my bed,
so I think I’m doing this in vain,
Like a drop of kerosene injected through my veins,
If any one knows the way I could send a mail,
So I can write a letter, saying how bad I felt,
Spiritual state, that there’s not a plane for resurrection,
If you only knew, since you been gone, I haven’t had an erection,
How it lie to me, this fake religion,
If you don’t understand me, I don’t want your opinion
Knowing that you won’t love, who is already dead,
Knowing that you won’t hug, who already faded,
SENA
Like the second you saw in my first phrase,
Yeah, that Is gone too,
But now my anterior phrase,
Is an anterior phrase,
But now they both are regards,
That fades,
You could act the same
A minute later,
You can even rant that you
Did it better?
But that’s impossible,
Because the time that left,
Left,
Like a page, that passed un-noticed,
Like a flower already withered,
Could be best,
Like a picture that was already taken,
Like some one that love, but his time
All ready gone,
The first drink to the floor,
And one look to the sky,
While the second drink is more pure,
Another year without you physically,
But in my mind you know how much I love you.
And, it doesn’t die, the one that is dead,
Only die who you forget,
At the end,
Death is so sure to be win.
Sometimes I think that dates,
Mess up all parties,
Appears, showing up,
In all corners, like daddy,
How much you discard,
Giving space for sadness,
And I see people,
That can’t forget a human been,
So madness,
When birthdays, comes alone,
And charismas already gone,
Every body happy, the sky still blue,
Only I know, how much I think about you,
While everybody dancing,
I see you in a picture remembering,
But,
I am so sure,
You wouldn’t like to see me like this,
I have a knot, in my throat, when I think about you, indeed
I find not peace, in me,
Does anyone knows the phone number of the beyond,
Please give it to me, so I can call,
The one, that is not longer with us,
Even if is it for a littler moment, or small minute,
So I can calm, and, end this infinity emptiness, and cursed,
Don’t tell me that you know, saying of course,
This feeling that eats me, all the way to my brain,
So, while I’m going to school, I not longer see you in my bed,
so I think I’m doing this in vain,
Like a drop of kerosene injected through my veins,
If any one knows the way I could send a mail,
So I can write a letter, saying how bad I felt,
Spiritual state, that there’s not a plane for resurrection,
If you only knew, since you been gone, I haven’t had an erection,
How it lie to me, this fake religion,
If you don’t understand me, I don’t want your opinion
Knowing that you won’t love, who is already dead,
Knowing that you won’t hug, who already faded,
SENA
Published 22nd Nov 2012
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22nd Nov 2012 00:36am
22nd Nov 2012 6:45am
THANKS,I KNEW, PEOPLE WAS GOING TO LIKE IT. THANKS AGAIN. GRAMATICAL MISTAKE BUT IT CAN BE FIX.
SENA
SENA
