FÁ!!!!!!!!!!!
pq é que o fá invertido não se chama fá do avesso? tinha mais piada…
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
é quando me deito e que faço por dormir…
é nessa altura que me afogo em memórias, pensamentos, nos muitos ‘talvez’
no que foi e no que poderia ter sido,
no que é e no que vai ser…
todas as esquinas que virei, que não virei…
devia ter seguido em frente? não sei.
voltaria a virar? provavelmente.
são mais as memórias que me deixam triste, que as que me deixam alegre
são as que não me deixam dormir…
pq é que não posso dormir descansado?
quero paz de espírito :(
deixa-me dormir, por favor… deixa…
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
tal e qual
Dawson: I’m an artist, torture is a prerequisite.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
offspring yeah!! =)
I wrote her off for the tenth time today
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over I lost my nerve
I took her back and made her dessert
Oh I know I’m being used
That’s okay man cause I like the abuse
Oh I know she’s playing with me
That’s okay cause I’ve got no self esteem
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over I lost my nerve
I took her back and made her dessert
Oh I know I’m being used
That’s okay man cause I like the abuse
Oh I know she’s playing with me
That’s okay cause I’ve got no self esteem
We make plans to go out at night
I wait till 2 then I turn out the light
This rejection’s got me so low
If she keeps it up I just might tell her so
When she’s saying, oh, that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she’s saying, oh, that I’m like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess I should stick up for myself
But I really think it’s better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care
Right? Yeah-eh-eh
Now I’ll relate this little bit
That happens more than I’d like to admit
Late at night she knocks on my door
She’s drunk again and looking to score
Oh I know I should say no but
It’s kind of hard when she’s ready to go
I may be dumb, but I’m not a dweeb
I’m just a sucker with no self esteem
When she’s saying, oh, that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she’s saying, oh, that I’m like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess I should stick up for myself
But I really think it’s better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care
Right? Yeah-eh-eh
Monday, February 12, 2007
dj lethal, bring it on!
Lately I’ve been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I’d love to be the one to disappoint you when I don’t fall down
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I’d love to be the one to disappoint you when I don’t fall down
But you don’t understand when I’m attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I’ll remember when I’m letting go of
You and me we’re through
And rearranged
It seems that you’re not satisfied
There’s too much on your mind
So you leave and I can’t believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I’d love to be the one to disappoint you when I don’t fall down
But you don’t understand when I’m attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I’ll remember when I’m letting go of
You and me we’re through
And rearranged
You’re no good
For me
Thank God its over
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you’re cryin’
You make believe
That life is so long until you’re dyin’
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you’re cryin’
Cryin’ on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you’re dyin’
Dyin’ on me!
You think that everybody’s the same
I don’t think that anybody’s like you
(You ruin everything and you kept fuckin’ with me until its over and I won’t be
the same)
You think that everybody’s the same
I don’t think that anybody’s like you
Be the same
Just think about it
You’ll get it
Sunday, February 4, 2007
black
Hey… oooh…
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah…
Uh huh… uh huh… ooh…
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine
and you know we belong together (:
in hiding
it’s funny when things change so much…
… it’s all state of mind.
