terça-feira, 30 de março de 1999


Waking up, staring at the sky

I see the clouds and imagine no feelings

A neutral world, where people are high

The perfect set if you wish not to cry.

I’m fed up with people who fight

Always and always, just to show greatness

I fight for my friends, happiness and myself

So I’ll fly to where I’m high

Cause no feelings, means no fight.

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