Monday, January 24, 2011

I am. like.a.child. playing with fire


its always about the reasons why

why do we breath
why do die?
the reasons I lie?
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for what to you cry?

The reasons
for chaining seasons
The sounds of the heart
The beats of our lifes.

the eyes don´t see, what the soul can feel
the logic tricks
yeah the logic sicks.


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