15 janeiro 2016

tenho-o recordado nos últimos dias, sobretudo por ser também um daqueles que merecia ser imortal. 
e hoje, uma dúzia de anos depois, apenas sei que desapareceu muito cedo, cedo demais.

Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out, and put away
And so you'd soon be leaving me alone like I'm supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow, and every day
There's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
Trying to occupy space
What a fucking joke

I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off, far away from you
'Cos my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why, I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a never never land
And I could have gone to that place
But I didn't understand
I didn't understand

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