sexta-feira, abril 01, 2005

The Horror

Heart beats under. Heart of steel. Paint my face, tell a lie. The boyfriend. Someone's voice. I don't care. Animal boy thing. The world. Babble. As of now, dead. Heart of steel. Which do you prefer, a heart or a soft lotion? Love song. Good as it gets. Can´t believe it's true. It's all relative. Vanilla sky my ass. What are you, these days? Living? Almost? It's half past. Going nowhere fast. Someone. Somewhere. Summertime. I fail to remember. Too long ago. Too far away. Promised you a miracle. Beautiful things are beautiful things. Baby, please... if you have to kill me, do it as if you cared.

Enough.

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