segunda-feira, 14 de julho de 2008

no one's gonna play the harp when you die

Everyone's afraid of their own life.

If you could be anything you want

I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?

You were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive.

(If I had a nickel for every damn dime I'd have half the time...)

Do you mind?

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

no one's gonna run after you when you leave... maybe...

L. disse...
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