quinta-feira, 24 de maio de 2012

Lives&Knives


Once I heard about meanings
But I didn't mean to
It came for me
It chased me...
And how mean I was...


Some people heard about meanings
And started coloring lives
In shades of red and blue
They came for me
They begged me...
And how mean I was...


Then I heard about meaningless lives
And I came for them
I colored them all
In shades of blue and white...
I came for them, I begged
For their pain...
But it was too late
And how meaningless I was...

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