I knew he was coming to talk about
what was tattooed on his skin...
I wonder if the world's alive
If what we touch is real...
She needs to tell me her newly-born truth
as if I could accept the unacceptable...
When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...
When you have an idea of what you want to...
What I believe is
that money do ruin morals...
The woman you loved -
has no past, since she was born...
Paranoia,
becomes security...
Despite all sweet rain -
that the sky pours to the sea...
Many an hour I have spent
with eyes glued to some book...
Somebody told me -
offer him another chance...
We treasure pleasure ,yet don't stare into the sun...
to praise any star as if it were the only one...