sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009

Em homenagem

The stars are getting in and out of automobiles
And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real
Keep waiting for a Santa that will never come
A real party not just people who're faking fun
But everything gets erased before it's even said
And all that glitters isn't gold when inside it's dead
All that glitter is not gold
You don't say
You don't say anything.......

Tenho fome! fome de gente! Cuidado.
Isto tudo é apenas desabafo..deixo claro!
não me critique.