segunda-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2008


É assim que por vezes fico, depois de palavras mal trocadas, mal intencionadas.

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

By: Rob Thomas

1 comentário:

Pedro disse...

Amo-te mito minha ternura linda e fofa.

Obrigado por me aturares...
Beijo grande



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