Like the one that used to store my toys.
Strip all these sweet things still living in me.
Dumped them there and save them for when I can understand girls & boys.
I welcome a tear with my smiling lips.
I can still do it after all.
Interesting how I seek things that others just throw away.
I always lose though they always say it was a close call.
Where are you now? Doesn't really matter.
What matters is that you're not here.
Never really crossed my mind that second would be the last time.
I rescued your smile... Hope you don't lose it again dear.
P.S.: Alguém me dizia ontem que a vida é um jogo. Pois bem, eu não entro em casinos e gosto ainda menos de bluff.
Divirtam-se.
2 comentários:
The main problem of life is that we never know the last moment is in fact the last...
pois é um jogo sim, mas neste jogo tu não podes escolher "não jogar", porque mesmo quando desiste, acabaste de jogar.
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