quarta-feira, 31 de março de 2010

O meu coração é um músculo involuntário


Maybe I'm better on my own
No one ever seems to understand me
It's easier for me to be alone
But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty

I've been all over the world
I've seen a million different places
But through the crowds and all the faces
I'm still out there looking for you.

Where are you now?

I write about the things I'll never know
And I can't find a moment just to slow down
It makes me think I'll never have the chance
To figure out what it's all about
So tell me what it's all about.
Or do I have to wait forever?

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