01/09/10 [ENG]
Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 14:02
Walking on the streets too much young to consider me a man
What I could find if only a bottle hidden by sand
Open it up,sit seeing what it was painted,
Oh what I could find, just the picture without the name
Hidden the paint into my jacket and goes to my home
I run in my room being care to have it closed
Oh what I felt, that time in my life
Nobody could understand so to Nobody I ‘d never tell
Flying through the sky, where the people will never me find
I will write my name over the only hole in the paint
I will ever lie holding tight it to my chest
I will ever lie saying the picture was Made to myself
What I could find if only a bottle hidden by sand
Open it up,sit seeing what it was painted,
Oh what I could find, just the picture without the name
Hidden the paint into my jacket and goes to my home
I run in my room being care to have it closed
Oh what I felt, that time in my life
Nobody could understand so to Nobody I ‘d never tell
Flying through the sky, where the people will never me find
I will write my name over the only hole in the paint
I will ever lie holding tight it to my chest
I will ever lie saying the picture was Made to myself