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The first drink (EPISODE 2)
[i]and I hope to be completly wrong,
and talk to you when my time here
is already done, comment about the
goods, and remember the bad's just
to be in peace with you, and live with the
dream of any human being, if the decease is
my hurt, my hate, my betrade, my obsession,
the anxiety of all my fears, i wish so much
to see you again, and coaborate that you went
to live in some kind of heaven my dear.
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 loved you!.
And, it doesn’t die, the one that is dead,
Is the one you forget,
At the end, Death is so sure to be real.
You never know how much you love,
even if is close, Im telling you the truth,
you will only feel it, when you feel alone,
not body talk, no body to love, always blaming
the one that is suppose to be above, i really
need to stop. why my tears on the floor?
why i keep crying? looking to the sky,
knowing that you i love but
you are allready gone.
I want crash my heart with ice stone
to make stone.
Some drink to the floor,
and I still here, shooting to the space,
imaginaring doors, living me not trace,
and I miss a beat, everytime I see your face.
I can't even
can love or hate Im litter bit tired,
I feel is has not been important for the things
that i have fighted.
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 loved you!.
And, it doesn’t die,
the one that is dead,
Is the one you forget,
At the end,
Death is so sure to be real.
Sena[/i]
and talk to you when my time here
is already done, comment about the
goods, and remember the bad's just
to be in peace with you, and live with the
dream of any human being, if the decease is
my hurt, my hate, my betrade, my obsession,
the anxiety of all my fears, i wish so much
to see you again, and coaborate that you went
to live in some kind of heaven my dear.
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 loved you!.
And, it doesn’t die, the one that is dead,
Is the one you forget,
At the end, Death is so sure to be real.
You never know how much you love,
even if is close, Im telling you the truth,
you will only feel it, when you feel alone,
not body talk, no body to love, always blaming
the one that is suppose to be above, i really
need to stop. why my tears on the floor?
why i keep crying? looking to the sky,
knowing that you i love but
you are allready gone.
I want crash my heart with ice stone
to make stone.
Some drink to the floor,
and I still here, shooting to the space,
imaginaring doors, living me not trace,
and I miss a beat, everytime I see your face.
I can't even
can love or hate Im litter bit tired,
I feel is has not been important for the things
that i have fighted.
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 loved you!.
And, it doesn’t die,
the one that is dead,
Is the one you forget,
At the end,
Death is so sure to be real.
Sena[/i]
Published 4th Dec 2012
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