Living it On
to the next level we arise
in the escape of the pride
a rage in our anxiety
a nasty habit of believe we are free
the sweet believe in forever
the moment we relax
we wait to know what's on
to see who we contact
to move the weakness of our body's
to suppress that shallow pain
a moment in a mirror
all gone in vain...
a vain vanity we live by
the hole of our regrets
we try to keep remember
but in the end all of us will forget
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Jueves, Abril 14, 2011 - 19:29
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