"A vida, tal como a poesia, a escultura ou a pintura, produz as suas obras-primas."
O Retrato de Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde - Capitulo IV
terça-feira, 28 de junho de 2011
sexta-feira, 24 de junho de 2011
quinta-feira, 23 de junho de 2011
Weightless - All Time Low
Manage me I'm a mess.Turn a page, I'm a book half unread.I want to be laughed at, laughed with,just becauseI want to feel weightless and that should be enough. But I'm stuck in this fucking rut Waiting on a second hand pick-me-upAnd I'm over getting older.If I could just find the time then I would never let another day go by I'm over getting old.Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. This is my reaction To everything I fear 'Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here.Make believe that I impress, That every word by design turns a head.I wanna feel reckless,wanna live it up just because I want to feel weightless 'cause that would be enough. If I could just find the time then I would never let another day go by I'm over getting old.Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year I'm so sick of
watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. This is my reaction To
everything I fear 'Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste
another minute here. This could be all I've waited for.This could be everything and I don't want to dream anymore. Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year.And I've been going crazy I'm stuck in here...
Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year I'm so sick of
watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. This is my reaction To
everything I fear 'Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste
another minute here.
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