domingo, 8 de novembro de 1998

Strange state of mind

Lying here in complete misery,

Waiting for the good times

To make up for the bad times,

Hoping for truth to replace lies…

What’s this state of mind,

Where no one I can find?

Only with me I can count

Like I was the last boy scout…

The rain is pouring in their heads,

In the heads of the ones

That no harm have done…

But still have no guts to stand.

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