6.6.10

i get world sick everytime i take a stand.



Epá.. isto é tão bom tão tão mas tão bom que só me apetece morrer já aqui.
Ou no próximo dia 22, no Flex. (O devendra que me desculpe.)

5.6.10

and i can't help thinking we grew up too fast.



This spirit is holding us down,
Push our shoulders in deep.
Pulling us to the light,
Toasted our backs in the sun.
(...)
But now our days are set straight,
We're seeing it all eye to eye.
The balance is still chasing after,
Just hanging on as you walk by.
(...)
This world is only getting smaller,
The choices aren't ours to be made.
I'm into wasting my days,
I feel like wasting my days.

And I see what's coming on,
And I can't say it will all be fine.
And I can't help thinking we grew up too fast,
No I can't help thinking we grew up too fast
And I know, I know, I know this won't last, a second longer than it has.