dimanche, avril 02, 2006

second and time pass

no more inspiration?
Is this the beginning
Or the ending
where has gone my passion?

Time and time, harder and harder
with every second that pass I feel downer
And that fresh breath that is suposed to exist
Really just close my fist

Each white stick another piece of anger
The balance is breaked down
In that crashing sound
No mather how it will get harder

and now I wanna go
and now I wanna go
why those lonely nights?
Are so useless of a fight.

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