28 de dez de 2008

se eu pensasse em escrever algo, não sairia tão perfeito.

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows
/[bizarre love triangle]
~

realmente, se eu parasse prá escrever algo nesse cunho, eu não chegaria nem a um terço disso.
gostei, fim.

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