terça-feira, 28 de setembro de 2010
Too much love will kill me
‘cause I can’t bare it on my chest
When all the belly butterflies swing up to my head
There’s nothing more I can do then play dead
So am I weak or am I strong
When I put myself aside all alone?
What is wrong with me?
What’s going on?
So many questions inside my little head
Too much love inside my fragile heart
Have you ever notice that this is tearing me apart?
I just don’t know what is worth or worse anymore
Feeling full or feeling empty
With or without the hurt that’s growing more and more
In order to avoid going slightly mad
(Um pequeno Tributo aos Queen, à Bjork, Banksy e ao Amor, que NUNCA é demais…)