"A espada gasta a bainha, costuma dizer-se. Eis o que aconteceu comigo. As minhas paixões fizeram-me viver, e as minhas paixões mataram-me". (Jean Jacques Rousseau)

outubro 16, 2010

ThunderStorm...

I don't know one thing about you not knowing a thing about me
Cuz we drop down into all your thunderstorms and claim it's not your lightning
And now the fire is gone in my eyes they grows cold for a while and I'dont feel your heat
The words have been said over and around it, but I don't hear no talking, you're talking

I'll be stopping, I'll be starting,
I'll be wondering why we don't know what we do...
I'll be the same, even if I'm walking by my self
I'm just wondering why...

I never ever saw us clearly, and clearly we're both to blame
But silence and progress were my thing
and your thing was calling my name
Now you can see your whole life without me
I'm quietly in mine without You and just this is if kindness the phone calls offsetting now there's some things that I guess I can't do, too...

My name remains prisoner trapped in my world that's gone.
And I'm the only one who still lives here, and I've got all the lights on
So you can stop and visit me in my cell
and we can talk if we got the time
then you can start to go on your way
Cuz I believe I've found, I've found my I...



(Soldiers Of Jah Army)

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