segunda-feira, 1 de agosto de 2016

He born in the death
Just because was deaf
Lived with fear to make fails
And put yourself in jail.

He never will listen any song
Because of that, hapiness can't be found,
He did not see the hell for a long,
Never know the pain around.

In the end of the day, he always cry,
Every hour is the end, without same "Hi"
One day he can listen something
But, that was the tear who keeping dropping since his ten.

He became blind,
He lost your mind,
He is a addict to sadness.

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