sábado, 19 de março de 2011

requesting you

send a request to my chest
ask to the mailman to hit my heart up
so, my afraids are vanished
so, my mouth was opening sadly
but now, we got that we already known, we always kidding
therefore everything you believe is all that i need
to breathe and walk instead of got a reliefs
everyday i wake i feel your smell came on the air
and it isn't the flowers, it isn't a dream cause ain't alone as my thoughts
i merely want screaming on your chest i'm not wondering more
i'm in a sweet dream.

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