20 fevereiro 2011
17 fevereiro 2011
Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear, but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you don't stand out and you don't fit in.
Falta muito para voltar a ser minimamente normal?
Or has that ship already sailed?