I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you waiting there swimming through apologies
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember the soldier standing next to me
Riding on the metro
I went smiling as you took my hand
So removed we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
The years have passed and still a hurt
You were passed as shallow word
Years have passed and still a hurt
I can see it now smiling as I pulled away...
sorry
by
Luiz Felipe
3 comentários:
eu lembro do dia que essa foto foi tirada... foi pouco antes da manu ter a melhor aula da vida dela, ta certo?/) HUAHUAHAUHA
luluzãããão *o*
a única coisa que vem a mente é...
such a lonely world (8)
Ué, mas a gente não tava em São Paulo? ;x
É mesmo mano, melhor aula da minha vida, tá certo! *o* HAUHAUAH
(LLL)
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