So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
aai me muero, toda enamorada ♥ que linda. ahora somos amigas bloguers simboleras de la paz. jaja, te quiero besh. (me traumo la vieja china)
ReplyDeletejajajaj esta piola esto de ser amigas bloguersss :)manana tattoo! que emocionnn y cuando con gasti nos fuimos la vieja seguia ahi O_o FREAKYYYYY
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