sexta-feira, 13 de julho de 2012

wait for the funeral services

I have nothing more to offer
I do not have youth
I have no beauty
I have no money
I have no hope
I have nothing
and lost his love
and my love is worth nothing

I only left to live like a zombie
do the same things,
laughing at myself,
or laugh at jokes and "macaco simão"
I hear on the radio
and wait for the funeral services

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