You didn't see my entire tattoo.
You couldn't help me pass through.
Now I'm alive and we are dead.
What do you expected?
You know that is all bullshit.
But the truth we just keep.
Burn us and hide our things.
Someday we'll drink.
(And I'll pay for the way I did behave.)
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We're not dead, and you know that.
ResponderExcluirI'm just waiting 'til I have my own life... And then I'll run after you faster than I can...
I miss you...
I love you...
I'll have to learn how to deal with all this bullshit without you...
I love you...
Someday we'll drink
ResponderExcluirand we'll drink
until our minds won't be ours anymore
and then, my friend, all the unpaid bills will become nothing more than a distant thought and lost time.
Cheers!
And we'll drink until the voices inside my head becomes music.
ResponderExcluirAnd we'll dance until our bodies stop answering.
And we'll drink until the only thing that matters becomes "Can we drink more?".
And we'll say more shit than usual.
And we'll think about the universal truth.
And we'll figure out the answer of everything.
And we'll drink until we run out of rum.
Cheers!