quinta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2010

Ash


Oh great Ash
Be my friend
Don’t stay away
Get, you can mend
Say, please, how do you feel?
What’s happening with the still?
The sun doesn’t shine anymore
Is starting the war?
Mom ever says
I don’t like it
I don’t care
I need, I may, I’ll stay
Maybe I don’t need
But you don’t know
My heart feels your soul
We hurt on blood
We sew with steel
We die at the wheel
It’s all we feel
How we feel

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