Life is getting noisy
What I do when I don't know nothing?
What I see when everything seems to be hidden by the fog?
What I have when I don't have the feeling?
Lots of diferent ideas
Poping up in my mind
Don't know what they mean
What's the fear in my eye?
Now I'm looking at strange people
But how much strange can I be?
How much dim can my life get,
When not even myself I met?
Remember the time when we were happy?
Remember to be what you're getting
Remember I'm not but ideals
That can't be more than ideals.
Escrito por: Paulo Roberto (Viola)
quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2009
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