sábado, 6 de outubro de 2012

Wooden Eyes

The solution for my misery could go well,
But instead I went through hell.
Mind's a broken thing,
Left myself a good wing.

But it won't make me fly,
Disrupt my cries,
Ask myself why.

Humans exposed to my eyes,
Could I see more than lies?
Confidence could be invaded,
My mind dares to be betrayed.

It will make me happy,
Repeat my voice,
You're my always choice.

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