Ungrateful
Might some way to heaven;
maybe in your eyes, your skin;
And when you compel me to such
madness whiles the more daring,
even imprecise losing that remains of sense,
though really try again.
The burden that weighs
just I only bring harm.
So life said its rules occasionally
and when you inform me
the happiest dreams are lies...
The world has taught me It is not that every
never knowing the direction, the sorts are in fact, more ingrates.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário