Gosto de silêncios a sentir Música e de Verbalizar Risos. Com ou sem Palavras.
Gostar à bruta
Alguém que persegue um sonho...
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles...
There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
Anna Nalick - breath