Tired of life
Just like a wise guy
Drawing  ideas on the blink of the life
He looks all sides
But all he can see black and white
Then he starts to look up in the sky
just to see,  it's already the time to the day die?
He is just tired of everything, everytime
He looks to you but hers eyes have no more that beautiful shine
Hero of the day?
In this life there is no good or wrong, so anyway
He just sits in his chair and start to write, that's all he want to make
If he tomorrow give you a small smile you can bet that it's just fake
He don't cares, he don't love he don't suffer for anyone animore, ay
I'm just a homeless boy, you can't ask nothing from me, ok?


Sem nada mais, boa noite! (err, preguiça de corrigir grafia, mals ae.. Alias, o texto fez algum sentido? è assimq ue esta para mim)
Bjo