We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed
We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves.
Colega: Nossa, você de short nesse frio...
Amiga: E essas pernas de fora em mocinha?
Melhor amiga: Aoo vadia, que short grande em? Biscate não sente frio mesmo.
Posted on 03 August 2011, at 3.03pm with 6,229 notes