quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009

no scars

it is good to be bad
oh i ‘ve screamed at last
kinda tired of being good
when the stitches are open
blood runs dry
and everything seems out of place

my heart's such a mobster
in an Al Pacino fashion
i will drink a cappucino
with a smile on my face
as red as a lobster
no scars left to trace

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