terça-feira, maio 30, 2006

Outsider nº 12


Somehow they made me feel strange here
Somehow they made me feel rage and fear
Somehow they don’t understand
Why would they?

Like a bird without it’s wings I fell
Caged in all those awful thoughts I can’t tell
Somehow they don’t understand
Why would they?

Did you ever ask how it feels at night?
When there’s no backdoor to the growing light

Take me somewhere I can fly

Somehow they made me not want to eat
Somehow they made me feel incomplete
Somehow they would never get to know
That the bird has already flown
Where did he go?


Did you ever ask how it feels at night?
When I just don’t care if it’s wrong or right

To take you somewhere you can fly

They call me outsider nº12

Don’t you ever try to be something that you’re not
It’s a lie

Take me somewhere I can fly
Take me up to the sky

3 Comments:

Blogger la vrait vie est absent... said...

nice blog andré!
ve se apareces!
hugz
bosie

12:02 da tarde  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

HA bacaaaa agora deu-t pos blogues eheheh muito bem axo ke sim. Tu tens jeito para a coisa;) eheheheh

ja tenhu saudades de te ver. Mas é sempre bom saber ke mesmo assim distanciados e tal a nossa amizade perdura e continua igual=)

Sabes bem o amigo especial que es para mim.

adoro-te

abraço

12:11 da tarde  
Blogger la vrait vie est absent... said...

pois k ja tenho um blog À mtos anos. apenas n ligo mto. é a cena mais profunda, o flog é a futilidade e taales!
enfinhe. saudades d falarmos....
kissy kisses

6:30 da tarde  

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