segunda-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2011

Uma nica de poesia a sério.


Mudvayne Happy



I feel it in me
So overwhelmed
this pressure center rising
My life overtuned
Unfair the dispair
All these scars keep ripping open

Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy?
Tear me from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy now that I´m lost, left with nothing?

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