quinta-feira, junho 13, 2002

Ups n’ downs
Depression to kill
Lovers to fall
Life’s like a rollercoaster
Hurts like a bad dream
I think of princes
And sleep with frogs
On every corner of the city
Eyes cross my way
My days taste like ashes
Only you can make me arise
I drag your face from memories inside
I float above stars and cry
For there isn’t anybody in
And it’s too late, too late for me