quarta-feira, 11 de agosto de 2010

My birthday.

Maybe the city it's so fantastic, maybe it's me.
Today it's my birthday! In all week I cried and thought about my past. But now... fuck.
My gift for myself is my liberty of all past.
I just wanna be happy and do what I wanna do.
Laugh and scream. It dosen't matter. I just wanna be me in my little bedroom.
I love this city, so quiet. I listen everything I wanna listen. I listen all my thoughts.
If you see my face now, you read all this words in my eyes.
But, the past in other city is relevant? Is possible turn off all that?
Maybe tomorrow the past come back, perhaps the freedom to go away.
But no matter!! My future is so dark today like my past!
In this quiet city all that go away, like a music when finish. Like a love when it ends.

PS: Sorry if in the text something is wrong. I just did.

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