quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008

22/10/08 - Personality

I'm your eyes when you can't see
I'm your mouth when you can't speak
I'm your heart when you can't love
I'm your hands when you can't touch

I'm the floor when you have no ground
I'm the chains for your second round
I'm your skin when you must feel
I'm your pain when wounds can't heal.

I'm the one who tells the truth
I'm the worm inside the fruit.
I'm the poison that you taste
And when you see me, it'll be too late.

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