sábado, 12 de fevereiro de 2011


What’s behinde a tear?
Or the last goodbye?
Maybe can be the fear
I don’t know why I still try

Ghosts are like memories
Things that I don’t want to know
They are haunting me all time
They tell me just lies

I can set it up in one word
The right word is Fear
Roses are sad when they hear it
Nothing can change it

Even if it keeps alive
I can’t come back
They are haunting me all time
The only color I see is black

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