10-06-2007
My lungs have been on fire for you,
On fire since the very beginning.
My soul becomes more golden by you,
Encased in this box I call my home.
There is a language unspoken,
There is a language undiscovered,
And every day it screams.
The ocean grew with every step,
While this river discovered flames.
On fire, as my lungs,
On fire since the very beginning.
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My head is made up of memories,
Most of them useless delusions.
This room is bored of rehearsals,
I'm sick of the boundaries,
I miss you so much.
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