sábado, 14 de dezembro de 2013

Sickness

When you heart hurts like it never hurt before
But although all the pain, you know you’re not  gonna die
At least, not for now.
You’re gonna die day after day,
until that all that remains
is your skin... are your muscles... are your bones.


And you run your eyes through the pages
looking for a solution for your broken heart,
(or maybe it’s a broken soul - I don’t know.)


If I could have the pills,
If the doctor knew
What’s gonna kill all this sickness inside
If I found a solution to bring me back
for what I was someday
I know, All money in world couldn’t pay...
Please, just give me back the happy days
Someday...Someday...

Estou de volta

Depois de um longo e tenebroso inverto I AM BACK!