domingo, 27 de setembro de 2009

Open Wound

A stream of blood drips on the floor
Straight from my shattered heart
But I won’t allow the wound to close
And let the healing start

I will keep the flow alive
And let my soul wash away
Maybe if I’m dead inside
I can fool the next to stay

Maybe I’m doomed to be the friend
Maybe that’s all she sees
But I’d rather die standing
Than keep living on my knees

2 comentários:

Chicotadas disse...

De pé tudo cicatriza mais depressa!

Abração

Susana Gomes disse...

Espero ler um texto mais positivo, em breve.
Tenho a certeza que está para breve!