Fumo

As memórias são feitas de dias e noites onde se procura desesperadamente o conforto da solidão no meio da confusão, o fumo que relembra os que partiram contra a vontade dos que ficaram, os sorrisos que deixaram marca em conjunto com os abraços que fazem crescer a saudade...resta apenas relembrar o que deixaram, o que acreditavam e aquilo em que nos tornaram...algo melhor...mais forte...mais completo...sempre com o sentimento de que ao contrario deste fumo a lembrança nunca desaparece...
"this smoke is in my blood..."


...miss you a lot dude...



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Stone Sour - "Cardiff"

This fluid feels like pain
This stoic mood is all in vain
I reach into the dark
I tear the sun and me apart
How many years ago
How many deaths I can't let go
My flesh is temporary, my God extraordinary

You.. can't.. kill.. MY... MIND
A man delivered can never make his way in darkness

I know tonight will end but I won't give this life
Away again

Sifting through the seen debris
Oh my father call to me
This smoke is in my blood
This home is just no good
Save me from my bitterness
Give me up I did my best
Chalk this system full of shit
Lock this fucker lost in it

You.. can't.. kill.. MY MIND
A man delivered can never make his way in darkness

I know tonight will end but I won't give this life
Away I won't give this life away

A man surrendered can never find his own forgiveness

I know my life will end but I won't give tonight
Away.. I won't give tonight away!

Oh yeahh!