terça-feira, 30 de novembro de 2010

It´s so hot in here




I can´t even distinguish the sweat from the tears. I can´t barely open my eyes, it´s all blurry, and sore. I should maybe keep my eyes closed... Letting the tears and the sweat wash my face and my heart. This heat is making me crazy. But even without that I should keep my eyes closed. So that I won´t see what you´re doing with me, some people would call it cowardice, I call it self protection. Cause I can´t stand what you´re doing to me. I mean The heat, I can´t stand the heat...


The rain is comming, I can feel it.

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Damien Rice ~

Cried when she sould and she laughed when she could ~