My heart is down
My resistance is low
I saw something that I wanted to burn.
And the people always think that I'm a child.
My childhood is goin'
and I feel like an old woman.
In my blood I have hate for the first time.
I can’t say that I’m cool,
I can’t feel the happiness.
I Just want to know when these things will pass,
when my heart will beat quite in this cold weather,
in this rain that falls against the peace.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário