Everlast
i'm writing down, what comes out
I enjoy it, I like how does it feels
when did I begun, I don't remember
why did I kept on it, it made me good
(everlast, never end)
I miss it, I love it, good and bad points it has
I like to do it, it makes me close, to know me
I fear to give it up, it help me to keep here
(everlast, keep on)
the lines I write, them don't make sense
them do? Do I want them to do it?
I feel like a sculpture, I create other worlds
don't them make you feel anything?
(keep on, never end)
I wait for the best to come, but what I is?
Who know what's the best for themselves?
Life is a constante decition, constant oppositions
not and not makes yes, but two affirmations, what does it makes?
(wise and ignorant)
Do you cry, do you smile, do it as much as you breath.
Many words come out, dozens I write in a rush
but I can't go on, I feel i'm dying, i'm losing all
I'm wasting, killing time. True or not, it make me beat.
(sinner and innocent)
Do I wait to see what does it is?
Does it really says a bit of me?
Does it really helps me to feel fine?
What do I want with all that?
(hidden and shown)
Tiny lines, points connected, a letter
different inks I use, same meaning it has
a different one for each neuron
feel it a a beat, as you do breath
(light and dark)
blood running through your vains
words that I write, does the same
ideas going on your mind
i'll try to know them, to know me
(never ending story)
do I do, do I succed?
But what do I want to?
Too many time awaken
waiting for it to come
(repat, end and begin)
how I can't control it now?
How I can order them all?
Rhythm I look for, does it has it?
(everlast, never end)
Ariadna Squire Damique
(23-04-2008)
i'm writing down, what comes out
I enjoy it, I like how does it feels
when did I begun, I don't remember
why did I kept on it, it made me good
(everlast, never end)
I miss it, I love it, good and bad points it has
I like to do it, it makes me close, to know me
I fear to give it up, it help me to keep here
(everlast, keep on)
the lines I write, them don't make sense
them do? Do I want them to do it?
I feel like a sculpture, I create other worlds
don't them make you feel anything?
(keep on, never end)
I wait for the best to come, but what I is?
Who know what's the best for themselves?
Life is a constante decition, constant oppositions
not and not makes yes, but two affirmations, what does it makes?
(wise and ignorant)
Do you cry, do you smile, do it as much as you breath.
Many words come out, dozens I write in a rush
but I can't go on, I feel i'm dying, i'm losing all
I'm wasting, killing time. True or not, it make me beat.
(sinner and innocent)
Do I wait to see what does it is?
Does it really says a bit of me?
Does it really helps me to feel fine?
What do I want with all that?
(hidden and shown)
Tiny lines, points connected, a letter
different inks I use, same meaning it has
a different one for each neuron
feel it a a beat, as you do breath
(light and dark)
blood running through your vains
words that I write, does the same
ideas going on your mind
i'll try to know them, to know me
(never ending story)
do I do, do I succed?
But what do I want to?
Too many time awaken
waiting for it to come
(repat, end and begin)
how I can't control it now?
How I can order them all?
Rhythm I look for, does it has it?
(everlast, never end)
Ariadna Squire Damique
(23-04-2008)
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