jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008

Sweet child of mine

We had many things 
All together we had so many wonderfull things 
Shinny things, spoken things, sexual things 
We use to have some many beautiful things on each other 
Everything but a friendship.
We have never being friends 
And i dont think we ever will.

Eyes looking through the glass Doors
Whats bad, whats wrong ,we made it allright 
Long walls all the time, big huge walls upon us
Shall we dance?
Shall we?
I died into you

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